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Feb 2013
I miss the shelter of your beautiful ebony hair,
when you dropped down from the atmosphere,
Coming closer and closer, until we were face to face,
Your onyx mane tickling down the side of my cheeks,
Hiding us from the world, like closed curtains before an anticipated play.
Patience Neru
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Patience Neru  U.S
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