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7d
i miss who i was before too
just not in the same way as you do
her bright smile
monday's child
her heart now silver and blue

languid dreamer
could never keep her
from starting that fire
for the believer
just for the evening
mirrors made of her own design
never seem to be enough
to keep them blind

her stormy eyes
always asking why
they never seem to see her
a very old poem, written at work
Eve
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Eve  17/F/GA
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   lizie
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