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Jul 2011
Glasses hiding Bright Eyes
As he tells his tale.

Narrow eyebrows, such skepticism
What magic tricks entail?

Tanned skin, nearly brown
Etched upon pale light
Such hands, Bright Eyes, such hands
Give motion to the night.

Just kiss her, Bright Eyes, kiss her
And wake the dead alive.
Allison Wright
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Allison Wright  New York
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