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Aug 2017
But why do we find our hearts
in the palms of others?
in the cracks of the paint.
in the makeup.
in the books.

it's always somewhere unexpected.
like venom you take with honey.

filled with sweetness,


with satisfaction. *Are you satisfied?
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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