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Nov 2010
once thought,
which a light was a mask
gleaming upon my face.
now, it is nothing but a foil
enhancing subtly,
neither overpowering,
nor hiding.
shooting through my very
fingertips,
the beauty i make
the creation i desire.
light does not make dead cells
look beautiful-
they already are.
Written by
Meghan McDonald
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