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Jul 2015
His eyes, milk-pale, show more than a single place--
A zone regarded as nourishment,
Sip it.

Entranced by this flow of the frame,
She appears sensuous, like the wind,
A legend.

Together, a faultless rhythm:
Footnotes to silent memories.
Sarah
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Sarah
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