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Dec 2012
My Solomon I
Your eyes are dark.
A stone, tossed,
would make
no resounding splash
in those depths.
Hand pressed to lips
Will hide the smirk on your face,
but those eyes will always
betray you.
Kari
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Kari  NYC
(NYC)   
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   Pure LOVE
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