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Feb 2021
You stir my cold embers just right.
Warmth crackles through that is bound to ignite.
You stir me from stiff slumber’s grasp.
Arising like Phoenix, adorning black mask.
Concealed from view, hidden black goddess.
Awaiting arrival, slow burning embers in darkness.
abp 2018
Amy Perry
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Amy Perry  29/F/San Diego, CA
(29/F/San Diego, CA)   
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