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Pure
Beautiful
Delicate
Pure as white
I saw your silhouette in the trees that night
Hidden
In plain sight
Eyes that don't see what is right before them
Due to beliefs incurred before them
Blindness is your camouflage as I can only recall... A possible... Mirage.
Those who can see, the infection incurs
All the punishments that come with Words
You ...
Sunday 7th May 2017 8:44 pm
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