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Jul 2017
Hands leave
No stain
But imprint
In my chest
Intricate designs
Make up
Fine lines
Of
Your fingerprints
Tracing paths
Of no markers
As they already
Belonged to you
You are not a stain
You are an imprint
Written by
Alina  F
(F)   
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