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Dec 2017
We with warped minds
frolicked under those lights,
hanging loyally
like cold, sparkling jewels
in the humid night.
"These nights are sacred,"
I would say,
and the ripe summer air
would roar through every vein
in our
young
soft
bodies.
Ellie Phant
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Ellie Phant  32/F
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     Seven Mills, Medusa and Lior Gavra
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