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Nov 2018
you are an
exfoliant;
coarse and fine
you scrape me raw
painfully
but in the end
your sharp cuts
hide an ointment
and my soul
thanks me for you;
for this change,
a renewal,
healing after
necessary
destruction
(out with the dead,
in with the new)
Written by
Emi Jay  20/F/Europe
(20/F/Europe)   
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