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Sep 2016
your lips are like the stars
with heaven dancing upon them
in front of the window, counting cars
little fingers fiddling with your hem

the moon rises into the blue skies
and the sun sinks and sets for the day
I turn to look at you, batting my eyes
to see that smile takes my breath away

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Ambrosia Lin
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Ambrosia Lin  Columbus, Ohio
(Columbus, Ohio)   
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   Doug Potter
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