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Apr 2020
An endless window sits before me
The ebon gleam
Entices my forest green...

Contact starts with eyes
But what contact is left
In this empty planet.
Black eyes... I wonder if that’s possible. Not like pupils, but the colored part.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     AS, ---, Reyna, ---, Thomas W Case and 1 other
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