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crescent soul
thine ivory mask
but the sheets were torn and crumpled
by waves without a sea
leaving only words
to remember
the contours of her limbs
shaping mountains and valleys in paradise
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Posted: Nov 2014

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lindsyjonesonline today!
I SPIRIT Elo as always. sad flower wave
beautifulyou
your poems flow effortlessly elo
so beautiful in their nuance and
breadth gift
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