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Jun 2015
It's when the sun shines
Through the trees and
Everything seems as if;
We dread death as if;
Where the light does
Touch is magick, but
We must never forget
The spaces in between
Are forever the reason
We have even seen.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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