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Jan 2016
gate to your soul
blurry or dark reflecting your own reality.
iris miniature of earths splendor
the echo of the clouds
the everlasting tidal motion
where every blink reveal its limitless sentiment
hinder light, shine through
fluttering it's majestic views
Written by
Memo
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