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Apr 2017
My outsides have become dried and pale
From the burnings hands stemming from insincere arms.
They had promises of lovely embrace
Flowing through outstanding veins.
Blood that burns through your flesh to the surface
Stroking mine with corrosive caresses.
It's tingle transforms to dolorous, to burn.
It scars me yellow.
My insides are green still, but

Brazing endures.
Katira Niquidet
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Katira Niquidet  Planet Earth
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