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Apr 2015
Whether a tear
of silver
or a ghost hidden
behind night’s pall;
she rules
every inch
of our flesh.

Cold iris of
radiating whiteness
-pure.
just a quick little something!
Alia C
Written by
Alia C  Bali
(Bali)   
379
   GaryFairy, --- and Brian Payamps
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