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Aug 2017
Love is a disease my dear
and you
are very sick

Every kiss is simply
terminal
every touch a moment
killed

You greet your death
sentence
with arms open
wide

My dear, my dear, my dear
do you not realise?
Roisin
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Roisin  16/F/Ireland
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