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Jun 2014
Lips as red as
     A rose,
In the height of
Summer's heat.

Heart as dead as
     The leaves,
In the waning of
Autumn's fall.

Skin as cold as
      The snow,
In the quiet of
Winter's night.

Mind as fragile as
       Seedlings,
In the dawn of
Spring's rebirth.
Mary Elizabeth
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Mary Elizabeth
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