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LeBlanche Dec 2019
Wheels roll on the iron rails,
On the way home a yolky moon aril.
Linen haired boy blue eyes skin pale,
Gazed into the window my shadows fail.
No way he knew my window glowed.
His gaze, school countenance, a grown-up child,
All in the reflection of my mirror clear.
At five thirty five the train was there,
He got up and left, left nothing to declare.
LeBlanche Dec 2019
My name is Lucia.

Surname undefined.

I was born in July 14th, 2019.

I have no age, but a spirit.

I possess a female body, the most comfortable one.

I’m a ******, not ever going to partake in human physical *******.

I take the name of light; I am the light.

Few people know me.

I shall not be known by the passed away.

I shall not be known by the unfaithful.

I made a contract with her:



My soul bears a spirit, named after light.

Flesh be her use; mind in her rescue.

Figure is her forming; peace does she bring.

Wisdom her instrument; and truth she sings.

— The End —