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Hadassah
I plucked the iris from your eyes
Laid it next to Esther
Pressed it until it was violet dust
It crumbled in calloused hands
and was lost to the wind
I plucked the iris from your eyes
Laid it next to Esther
Pressed it until it was violet dust
It crumbled in calloused hands
and was lost to the wind
Damn, This Seems Harsh
Those callused fingers kinda hurt. Whew! Intense write - allets -