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Oct 2017
A piece of my soul got bloodied and bruised.
I clean her up and say, “here have some painkillers, you will be alright”.
Sun has come up, it is no longer night.
So I put my soul aside, hoping she will be alright.
I put on the my black glasses, I mentioned the sun, right?
Off I go to face another day in my life.
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   Lior Gavra
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