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Apr 8
His Creation
I saw the reflection in the glass—

The shape of cheekbones
And straight, drooping lashes--
Lips that parted in awe
As they saw the face that
No longer belonged to me—
Only God’s creation.
Written by
Sia Harms
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     Sia Harms and kris
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