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Sep 2014
He put me into words.
All my features, all my quirks,
my taste in music, my love for sugar, my secret obsessions:
All into words.

I stare at myself.
Word after word,
each connected thought.
Thoughts about me.

He put me into words.
And now I see myself as he sees me.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   stΓ©phane noir
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