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Jul 2016
Staring into your eyes looking up at me feels like watching the bird soar,
Though they are dark like the Blackbird,
Perpetually in mourning clothing, feathers like
Death in motion
Yet, you put me up on your pedestal in the evenings
As if you didn’t realize the sun setting was just like
Beauty in reverse
Danielle S
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Danielle S  29/F/FL
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