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Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.

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Kiersten White
Age: 41
Born: 1983
Born: June 27
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Utah
United States
Kiersten Brazier
Eyes
Flames
Heaven
Streams
Eye
Hide
Death
Release
Doe
Snow
Things
Grief
Liquid
Like
Cold
Melting
Hell
Beneath

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Greed and desire Not peace, but fire Coveting creation Created damnation Pulled alongside A gate thrown too wide Now our home calls And darkness fall I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.A for effort, ladies, but F for clarity. You do realise that your wierd poem things never explain anything.
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