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Nov 2015
How can I?
How could I even attempt to try?
The truth of the matter is
there are not enough words,
and fewer still of beauty,
to allow me to paint your portrait with any sense of justice
and I cannot communicate such depth of feeling,
that deep heart pull
that resonance within my chest and soul itself
with eyes alone,
though I try
every day.
Stella Cleere
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Stella Cleere
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   --- and Maha Salman
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