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Peculiar.
Cerulean night gown
Curled up on the chair
Lost in memories of something
That wasn't even there
Brown eyes exposed to the glare of the sun
Brown skin darkening
Until it flared a flame
Slowly. Quietly. Fire tame.
Curled up on the chair
Lost in memories of something
That wasn't even there
Brown eyes exposed to the glare of the sun
Brown skin darkening
Until it flared a flame
Slowly. Quietly. Fire tame.
Published 23rd Jan 2016
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