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May 2012
What are these shells that confine our thoughts?
Who are these people called our soul, our dreams?
To gaze upon another form,
Undress your love,
Upon till dawn.

Hast never spoke with gentle touch.
To seek ones heart
Is to find luck.
Kay Downes
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Kay Downes
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   ---, Lee, Daphne Ryan and Ahmad Cox
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