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eyes
call you
soul.
flames dance 
melting candle wax
figures silhouette in night
stunning electric in hummed delight
shadows meld the complexities of cells
bursting through windowpanes and slick blinds again
moonlight shines
subliminally crescent divine
we own the dark
soul
you call
eyes.

-b.r.rivera
11 of 30, April 2012
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