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Apr 2010
her skin was
like mine
(only with a
different;sameness

making her Perfect: ugly)
so choosing
that:

i thought light was
yet it
heavy/dark

weighs
on crystal thoughts. from which no light escape

-s
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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