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Aug 5
She was possessed
  of the devil; there was no night
  too young

For the first time,
  I had sense enough and before
  I reached the street, silence fell
    between us

the fresh air
   blazed with the disgrace
     that spurred us to touch
       and gasp
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
(40/Gresham)   
14
   Shambhavi
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