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Dec 2017
you said i was hurting you
for how i made,
and yes i must've made,
your fingers cramp
when your nails gripped my skin.

you said the blood on your hands was yours
but we both knew better.
the loss of self
zora
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zora  19/the city of angels
(19/the city of angels)   
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