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Monday, October 26, 2026

No title (written on 17th dec 2018 - iphone notes)

 


She hid her little jewel in the folds of her cloak

She shone it with her spit and smiled at herself as in it she shone

For it was she as she was it

And the only world she knew began and ended with it alone...

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