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Mar 2018
My eyes are clear but never transparent
My heart feels is empty when it's full love
I'm a terminal illness but I am no cancer
I am forever immune to questions that don't want answers
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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   Nayana Nair
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