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Mar 2013
You look absolutely ravishing
in this photo. The ethereal red matches
your sodden skin perfectly. It is no wonder
why there is a spiral about your neck, lying on
the mouth of your chest.
There she stands
watching the sun start and end
all in black and white, hipster hues,
till the end of time. A train whistle blew.
Joseph S C Pope
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Joseph S C Pope  Myrtle Beach, SC
(Myrtle Beach, SC)   
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