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Oct 2014
She admires the mess of constellations. She is intrigued by the uncertainty of darkness.
She falls deeply for the freedom in the night.
They tell her she doesn't know what love is.
She laughs at their blindness.
For she knows she has fallen deep in love with the night sky.
Eva D
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Eva D
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   Mae Lahlee
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