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May 2016
yes i know
poetry is for paper
but goodness if i could just burn the inkstains off
these fingers i just want you to
how loud my heart talks
i'm sorry i can't keep
my hands the ink
the blood to myself
words are all i've given away
but for people like you
i think i could never write enough
im so real
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
     Lior Gavra and Rose
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