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Aug 2017
His heart not ready,.
Blotted by the coals of naivety,.
Her pale wings beat anachronistically,.
Blotting out the splintered sun,.
She smiled upon him,.
She penetrated his tainted soul,.
How could such beauty come,.
From under the graciously blinding sun..,?
Blake
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Blake  32/M/Durham, NC
(32/M/Durham, NC)   
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