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May 2014
Lavina beckons but can never go out to play
on void days her Mother escorts her,
red ribbons in her hair
and lace to impart her complicit purity
oh Mother whatΒ Β have we jointly planned?
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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