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Feb 2015
Burns
This boy asked me
why I flinch
every time he tries
touching me
and I told him that
he doesn't understand
the pain of
being licked by
your flames
and the burns
you left behind*



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     Michael Escobar, Miriam, Kripi, Víctor Manuel Serna, --- and 25 others
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