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Nov 2015
Oh, but asleep,
he was so beautiful.

No lines of worry
were left upon his face.

His lips showed
no signs of discontent
And his mind was free
from the burdensome chains
of this hollow world.
11.29.15
Alyssa Rose
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Alyssa Rose
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