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May 2016
their gazes cut silently at my flesh,
they wish me nought but pain and death,
i breathe in deep in hopes of inner-peace,
but come up short as their claws pierce my skin,
see my words create images in your head,
so remember this as you lay your head,
words can heal just as easily as they can ****.
Sarah Salako
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Sarah Salako  25/F/LDN
(25/F/LDN)   
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   Mike Adam
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