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Nov 2018
let my skin heal
my scars
died
into dead leaves
it's winter
they're all dead

piles of burgundy
on the concrete

don't wait outside for me
I'll always stay inside

thank you
for loving
my words
and lies

I believe I have no face

slowly
waves crashed
creating
a face

within the words
and endless letters
eileen
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eileen
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       Jamison Bell, Call me Oliver, B, Cné, Jacq and 5 others
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