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Jul 2011
In the sweet ashes of the morning sun
your crescent body on my eyes

tomorrow is here, today never dies
my lady sat upon her chair

fixing with her deep brown eyes
she imprisons me in a cobra way

all my shells become undone
you and I are one
Vincent De Roeck
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