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Dec 2016
Love; my friends: is dead.
Though yes, it's corpse still
has clean smooth skin.
Warm to the touch even in death.
Eyes both bright and bold,
all in all perfection unfurled.
But still and Lifeless it lays.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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Gregory Paul Dancer
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   Elaenor Aisling
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