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Dec 2012
Peacock hues adorn your hair
And curl around the candle flare
Your eyes are emeralds ringed with gold
With fingers wrapped in paper folds
Running through a taller forest
Singing with a choir of blue
The only way that I can walk
Is through a taller forest with you
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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   --- and Anon C
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