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7d
They blur,
Your eyes do,
With joyful serenity,
The lines fade,
With a single step,
Bold,
Afraid no longer,
Across,
Unexpected bright
That blinds,
And all I see,
Need not be said.
Written by
Diya Misri  16/F
(16/F)   
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     James Stockdale, dead poet, Liana and Rick
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