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Mar 2016
my hands are pale that clutch your sleeve;
my heart a bird, and nature pecks it.
i beg that you will never leave--
you take a bow and make your exit.
Lilith Reid Brown
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Lilith Reid Brown  A Lake of Fire
(A Lake of Fire)   
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