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Oct 2018
Voids of pure umber,
twins that wane and wax
flashes inducing thunder,
quakes 'til my knees collapse.
Osculation causing solar flares,
cerise hued crescents
strip away my cares,
steeped in evening's luminescence.
Deluges of jubilation,
a dream one could drown in, lucidity;
settled like stone in this ocean basin,
these breaths I give willingly.
Zoe Averill Ren
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Zoe Averill Ren  24/F/FL
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