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Aug 2019
floral patterns
sink their scented teeth
into the canvas of reality
swirled upon a
foreign land;

eyes unseen relay it
to my slipping soul
askew to all
the blinking lights
behind me
Written by
md-writer  M/Ohio
     ---, Molly and Emmanuella
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