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Nov 2024
Green eyes, soft as moss in the rain,
Holding the kind of quiet that hums.
A flicker of gold when the light shifts—
A forest, a flame, something alive.
benign envy
Selwyn A
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Selwyn A  17/M
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     Lori Jones McCaffery, lizie and Luz
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