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Jan 2017
In forgetting a five minute act
Six hours condemned to discomfort,
The irritation upon my face
Will not fade until scratched away
And here I have no blade,
No sharp edge to free myself
From the torture of this body
That will not stop hurting me
Until I break it
And am reborn from its remains
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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