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  • Writer's pictureEvelyn Creon

Untouched

Moonlight streamed down upon her

As she lay asleep upon her bed.

It made her hair glisten.

Outlined her eyelashes, nose, and lips;

Her most delicate features while she slept.

Untouched by the evils

That lay outside her door.


written by Evelyn Creon



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