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Feb 2017
Shapeshifters lost in mazes in a world of equilibrium walking bare along borders of still waters.
Their pale skin reflects amongst the flooded seas a breeze passed a 20 foot tree as they prance gracefully in my dreams.
Written by
BLVNK  23/M/Brooklyn
   Lior Gavra
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