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Jun 2018
she spoke and it was sunlight
                                       wrapping around my face.

         through the glare I made out
               pearl-pupils,
       + papery hands (white, thin)
                  a fragile head.
      
           and                    
               I flinched;
          love keeps us still
             like a kick in the ribs
           makes us gracious:              

           how can I
               live my li(f)e
With her clicking her melodies behind my ear?
L Perry
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L Perry  17/M/Australia
(17/M/Australia)   
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   winter sakuras and Beatrix
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