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Sep 2015
Too A.M.
Electric, as laughter statics to music
and stars battle, self-consciously
refusing to be outshined.
Glowing, fires
an Italian moon
of the countryside
whispers, for a moment.
and forever is now,
and the Moirai dance
and the moon, bewitched
and souls intertwined.
Ameerah Holliday
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Ameerah Holliday  29/F/Southern California
(29/F/Southern California)   
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