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stand clear the door

doors are closing
looking at your reflection
ways you stand clear
brushes your hair
sees for yourself their second glances
seeing simple - alluring  brown
mindful color you carry earth
charms along paisleys; playful
sometimes you are an angel walking on navy
too fragile

5 Aug 15

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