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Jul 2014
Emerald eyes are home
in yours. You have a torn wing,
melancholy eyes.

A pair of torn wings
holds only the most raw truth
about life and loss.

Rivers down your cheeks
and nothing but pure sorrow.
Later, bringing joy.
kms
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kms  Chicago
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   Michelle Morgan
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