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Jun 2018
You're a smoke inside my lungs,
a cancer cell in a brain,
a tattoo on my skin,


the snow in a cold lonely winter,
the dimple of a every miracles,
the hope in every Spring.


thank you for staying inside me
even if you already left me.
Rie
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Rie  F/Canada
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