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Feb 2015
you liked
(and you spoke)
pretty eyes looking into mine
mischievous eyes
blinking so innocently

lights were red
and the air a veil
still, hands moved
oh, the blood moved

once upon a time,
once upon a time.
a m a n d a
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   Nat Lipstadt
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