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Sep 2017
don't know what it is about bleeding
that *m
akes my poor heart come alive
I'm dressing in red for a reason
and tonight I'll be totally blind

it's then I will learn how to see You
with eyes I could never explain
You answer my questions completely
in blood You let pour through my veins

While others discuss what is dying
I'll listen because I am Yours    
as both of my bodies surrender
I will make my way back to before
my dearest friend.
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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     Eiliv Advena, Maria Zyka, unnamed and Semihten5
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