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Oct 2017
She draws the corners
of her mouth back, cheeks
like soft hills rolling
under her eyes laughing
eyes like fire, lights pierce
through the mist and fog
it tried to hide her
but she wasn't lost
No, she found the shore
Written and sent to my sister.
Picket Fences
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Picket Fences
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   Lior Gavra
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