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Aug 2018
Her eyes were stained glass,
green, blue, and red.

Her words were crystal chimes,
as she sang to us in bed.

Her love was a prism,
broken but bright.

She was made of shattered glass,
but spread so much light.
To the time before Him.
Written by
nadezhda  17/F
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