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Apr 12
she was random,
a pop up illusion against a
backdrop of demons in my head,
and there she stood,
standing without a waver until the voices dimmed and I could savor the flavor of my crave for her,
and she was random,
but there was nothing random about her..
Written by
Tommy Smith
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   Luz
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