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Nov 2018
The morning light creeps in,
slowly,
into every crevice
filling the peeling paint
with glistening honey dew

It discovers every concealed flaw
but rather than exposing it,
to harsh judgement
it transforms it
lighting the room on fire
Sarah
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Sarah
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   Fawn and South by Southwest
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