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Sep 2017
touch and allure
blush  lipstick  make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms  legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything
wordvango
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