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May 2013
The beauty of evil is the good that transcends it.
We are not victims, we are survivors.

You are a canvas.
Personality paints your eyes red and your heart blue.

Nothing more than a mortal shell.
Bullocks.
Everything we adore is harbored in the backs of our eyes.

Blink.
Beth Ann Burford
Written by
Beth Ann Burford  Tampa, FL
(Tampa, FL)   
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