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Apr 2017
give me
a needle and a thred
at least
to sew my heart
back in place
just to see
if its beating again
those outchesting pulses
when hearing your name
im a puppet
stiched
by the flames
on your tongue
that keep me alive
healed
by your water that pours
every little flower
in me
ƛrtie
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ƛrtie  16/F/Greece
(16/F/Greece)   
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