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Apr 2015
listen and feel, don't see
it's like I'm there again on that bus,
screaming and looking into the eyes
of people who shoot my veins with electricity,
we told each other that at that moment we would be happy to die
banging on the seats, bare hands and bare feet
crying and laughing and bursting through windows in tiny sprays
I never knew I could be loved in so many different ways.
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