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"She was an unusual dresser. Every night, she wore bruises on her heart, love on her lips, pain in her eyes, and ink on her fingers. They called her poetry."

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Kj_musafir

24 / M / India

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Written by

Kj_musafir

24 / M / India

Published

Feb 14, 2018

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1m

Tags: #poetry #ink #heart #lips #bruises #eyes

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