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Apr 2017
I grasp the blush of spring green
      that drowns the
waning gilded tresses
bleeding into the blonde stabs
      a glow of radiance........
A sudden spasm
brings joy
      then, pain
You
  And
I
no I
get it?
Any present moment
Written by
Any present moment
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