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Jan 2015
The misty skies reflected your eyes and the stars were all but brilliant.
The sound of the harp played the song of your heart and the angel of death was resilient.
You held our your hands and begged for a dance with the goddess of love and war.
She pushed you aside and shattered your pride and ran through your heart with her sword.
Ilana Kaylynn
Written by
Ilana Kaylynn  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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   K Balachandran
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