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Circles of Life

February 1, 2013 by tales0397

White

Gloves

Gesture,

and

Batons

Dance

the Wind,

with

Green

Eyes

Shut,

Closed

Forcefully;

Seeing

Red

through

Dense

Smoke,

Broken,

Looking

Out

Over

the Abyss

Until

The

Door

Opens

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