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Nov 2013
The light fills my eyes
as they follow the windows on the third floor,
I look up and think of you~ are you thinking of me?
sunshine warms the back of my neck
and I know you are looking back at me.
Picket Fences
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Picket Fences
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   Olivia Mercado, r and Abeille
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