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May 2018
I feel your breath on my face
and your hair in my eyes.
then i'm all the way back -
when there were
no lies.
i get stuck
where the knife
in my back strikes the nail
in my palm. And
never ask you
where the hammer
came from.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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