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May 2017
i keep running but
the storm is closing in
the wind blows me around
like the fallen red flowers
that chase my footsteps
i'm burning from the inside out
but save me from the rain
i don't want these bloodstains
drying out in my death
i don't want anything from myself.
crystallaiz
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crystallaiz  in the blue
(in the blue)   
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   Guadalupe Meza, amrutha and Shanath
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