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Oct 2018
a name

made out of tears.

it slowly disentangles,
from the tiger
and his immense pacing.

a name drowned
in your paused and humid breathing.

a name
that is mine

for it sprouts
from a weeping face.
Written by
Iker Zarebski  23/M
(23/M)   
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