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Oct 2017
Let me see your soul.
Bare all your scars to me.
All that pains you.
All that burdens you.
All that gives you joy.
I will cup your mechanicalΒ heart.
Feel its beat, and oil the gears.
No longer will it be the frost of
the moonlight.
But as polished as
sun-kissed silk.
Were it so easy...
Lyn-Purcell
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Lyn-Purcell  23/F/United Kingdom
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