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Sep 2018
There was no evil in the eyes of the man that smiled at me in the dairy section when I was little.
There was no evil in the eyes of the drunken man that tried to talk to me at the bus stop the other day.
There was no evil in the eyes of the construction worker who gazed upon my bare legs for a little too long one summer morning.

But there was evil in your eyes.
Sara Svensson
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Sara Svensson  19/F/GΓΆteborg, Sweden
(19/F/GΓΆteborg, Sweden)   
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