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Sep 2015
She lay atop hills of green
Watching strings of soft silk
Behind sun kissed lids

That's how he found her;
With violets entwined through ebony locks
Giggling at her first real taste of freedom
Trying to find myself again
Detached Dreamer
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Detached Dreamer
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