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Talarah Shepherd May 2014
Least of all to embody walls
Built with gloss for human thralls
A box taken shape of its container
Like water soft at first erosion
Picturesque

Filled with the love the cosmos needs
Tinder to the sweat I squeeze
Solely to see beauty in my motion
That this **** mirror glass view makes me
Remember

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