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Dec 2016
Sometimes I lie awake at night and imagine
oozing blood from the inside out
more peaceful than I have ever felt
lying there
dripping from every possible crevice
feeling it seep beneath
absorbing the fabric underneath me
like lighting a paper on fire, burning up all at once, evaporating into thin ashes, until it becomes
nothing.
Visionary2020
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Visionary2020  city of champions
(city of champions)   
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     Lior Gavra and Kash
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