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Jul 2017
You guide your hands over the wounds that have been inflicted so deeply into me,
I feel momentary numbness.
As you caress my imperfections as if i'm clay,
you can smooth over any blemish.
Fill every missing piece.
Written by
clairevanya  22/F/Birmingham
(22/F/Birmingham)   
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