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Aug 2016
Electric fingers
run themselves
over and through
patches of frayed soul.
To wake and make
her breathe again,
they pull and dig,
intending to heal,
laboring on a level
never made known
to darkness;
never touched
by light.
Β© Bitsy Sanders
b for short
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b for short  Braavos
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