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Dec 2014
I starred,
more through you than at you.
My eyes,
vacant as a desert.

You took,
my hand and whispered in.
My ears,
its alright it'll be fine.

I tried,
to come back to the present.
To you,
me and everything real.

But still,
I linger in between.
A place,
None can fathom or see.
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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