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Apr 2015
eyes that glow
a bit too brightly
electric as blue lightning
hair that's black
a middle fringe
his aura, truly fright'ning
but skilled hands
rough to the touch
handles me with gentle care
and once he comes
into your life
suddenly he's not there
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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   claire, --- and Oh Henry cried she
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