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Apr 2016
One
Lingering words like blades cutting hot flesh.
Interlocking flesh, wills remain separated.
My mind searches frantically for  something to cling to.
Words , memories , touches .
No surrender .
I survive ,I am alone , I am scarred and I am one.
Azuraine
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Azuraine  F
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   Lior Gavra
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