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Oct 2017
Recite the line,
From under skys,
The light behind your eyes,
From which they will dine.

Recite the line,
Above the crowd,
Much too proud,
Dying inside the mine.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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