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Jan 2018
I cant speak and I cant see
Prison is my memories
Spiritual epiphany
The rivers of red running inside of me
Socially and physically
I am a stingless bee
Or the snail inside the garden
Chewing on my precious leaves
Trapped inside my poetry
Ophies
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Ophies  18/M/California
(18/M/California)   
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   Lior Gavra and James Jarrett
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