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Aug 2020
Diamonds
Flipping through faces
And names.
The ideal dies
In the animal.
The joy dies
In the lust.
The silver lining
Of the moon
Dies from rust.

But your eyes
Are diamonds
Made of stardust.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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