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Mar 2017
her name begins with a c
and she's afraid of the wind

eyes like sun rays, blinding
she dances for the early spring

feet against concrete walls
she stands tall in reverence of whats to come

shes afraid of the wind
but the wind is what will bring me to her
<3
zora
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zora  19/the city of angels
(19/the city of angels)   
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