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Aug 20
we habit mad vignettes of
design
called love
(or lose your mind..)

a blue print of our dint
from hell or heaven
above-
hieroglyphic signs

obscure  lines
we wanted but did nt..
intricately wove and plain
as oneΒ΄s nose..

the first time we clap eyes
on them..like time forever
young..sepiad but no
such words..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
87
   Immortality
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