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Jan 2018
before midnights stars
he approached me
whispering
on
my
sleeves
he approached me
she was or is
crying
in
the
rain
her tears form on my remains
dance do i on teardrop stains
he approached me
he approached me
we were writing
on thoughts
sent
from
her box
violently
he approached me
?







...
..
.
branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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