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Apr 2015
unfurl me in the black of night,
let destructive demons rumble and roar.

break at me with knives and words,
suffering abound, torn.

Yet, crumble not in fear or anticipation;
for the darkest of days were
made for me to shine.
darling iridescence
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darling iridescence  delaware
(delaware)   
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   ---, ---, Jeffrey Pua and Cecil Miller
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