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May 2010
alone in the shell
the colors on the surface
melt and distort me

here in the owl's hole
whispers echo each other
a still symphony

stretched over his face
what real beauty consists of
he is my sunrise

my feet hit the ground
stars below my eye lashes
sweeter than my lies
Rachel Strowbridge
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Rachel Strowbridge
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