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Mar 2018
Emeralds are her eyes
  That glance upon my kaleidoscope glow
     She sees the empty underneath
Says:  "That's what I came here for"
        She won't be reconciled of her difficult opinion
          She will be the phosphorescent moonlight glow on the ocean  
She finds so dark and mysterious
      She say's, "No longer empty underneath."
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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