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Jun 9
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Her inner tides rose
quietly—
and in the moonlit
water,
her face blurred, yet
shimmered like something sacred.
She laughed, even in—unrest.

The moon saw her—better than
she did.
Zahra
Written by
Zahra
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     Mister Truth, M-E, Thomas W Case, Blue Sapphire and The Invisible Poet
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