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May 2013
Our days are blank,
A piece of clear glass.
An empty page,
That'd soon turn to dust.

Eventually you'd see,
You'd feel the strain.
The pages torn,
The glass stained...
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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     Lucy, Zoe, --- and Timothy
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