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May 2013
Light, beautiful and frail;
I taste upon my lips the quiet hints of morning light,
and as fire breaks upon the bow of my world,
the deep blue of midnight finds refuge in my memories.
I will always remember you, with your eyes like ice in drops of fire.
Lucent in Tenebris
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