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just a poem
Her eyes like the moonlight , cry of the wolf, fleet of the lark
Her words pry in the dark
Her lips are a dance in the dusk
Whispers leap from the mask
Blisters from the lie are meant to last
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Her words pry in the dark
Her lips are a dance in the dusk
Whispers leap from the mask
Blisters from the lie are meant to last
© All Rights Reserved
