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Sep 2018
please
don't be a
afraid
when i
really
tell you
that the
only art
i do,
is red
and golden,
carved deep
inside of me
but not a
blade but
with your
words,
i chant
them to
myself
like a
sick prayer.
misha
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misha  18/F/where parallel ends meet
(18/F/where parallel ends meet)   
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     bubiska and olivia
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