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Mar 2016
i am but beams of light
softly grazing lover's hands
the tips of dawn's outstretched fingers
caressing dark silk hair
who am i to speak?
to warn the aimless people?
i am just a seer
a viewer
an eye
i am to tell their stories
and to see them undone
Leo
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Leo  beijing
(beijing)   
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