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Apr 2017
Four of stained glass and stars
all leftglance beyond ratio or air,
thin as tissue but strong

as a pastel visa; fated curves
guide your hand,voices drag you
into mud and steal the day.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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