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May 2017
[Sits]
   I see the space
and there is your face
sitting
       staring  back at me
blinking
       breathing
bleeding
         blood  
blood
blood
      will you be
my  saving grace.

[long pause]
   that enough of that
its time for tea.
Written by
Satya-sara khachik
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