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Nov 2012
one
Skipping stones across the water's edge.
I look down to see the sky.
Reflections rippled as to mask the truth.
It's never been so clear.
I am pure
Written by
MCvatz27  NY
(NY)   
320
   --- and Graced Lightning
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