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Jul 2014
My eyes are wet
and lips wide open
hair angled slightly
that way.
These times of moving
have come to still
in pictures
we feel
we're living.

Now in looking we are sure to fail
the colors
came out
sideways.
The Moons not there
my colorless hair
unhappy
with just being.
Lucy
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Lucy
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