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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 slumberโ€™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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