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Apr 2015
Worlds without end
Unfurled behind
The lenses of her eyes,
And yet the stranger,
In passing glance,
Saw naught but his own
Reflection.
Lillian Harris
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Lillian Harris  22/F/Boston, MA
(22/F/Boston, MA)   
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