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May 2017
Using people like plasters to drain the blood, the blood pouring from inside
To cover up internal holes...

examine the wound
what do you see
where does the blood come from
what made it bleed
do it over and over again

Was it real? Was it fake?
The blood comes out
But there's doubt
sometimes

sweet plasters in the night
to take away the pain
some truth in all of this,
our plasters can become LIFE

We are all plasters
sweet plasters
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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