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Mar 2017
The stranger is here tonight
my bedsheets feel wet
Sticking to my face
The darkness consumes me
I dont feel anything
Not even as those dammed tears softly caress my face
I know they arent mine
My heart is empty
And I lay still
Even while they drown me.
Meyssy ibert
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Meyssy ibert  20/F/New york
(20/F/New york)   
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