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Feb 2018
Reminding me of death, or a closed door
Sounding like obsolete
Obtuse
That word breaks glass, up against my heart
Hurt knees
***** stares
Pretty hot and tempting
Covered in heavy protection and vulnerable as ****
It could never be obsidian, a word of power beauty and strength
I choke on the word
Obese
LillieJamillah
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   Lior Gavra
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