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Sep 2014
She was a lost soul,
but wherever
she walked,
stars,
without a single doubt,
glowed.
Leaving a trail
of demons,
her heart endarkened
by her past,
but her hope-
her hope
guarded that last
glimming little dot
of happiness.
That was her defense.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)   
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