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Jan 2019
How do I forgive my eyes
for their weakness
turned to tears
in the middle of my sleep?
For all the times
I’ve been awake at night
apologizing to the pillow
for never being able
to keep it dry.
Written by
Yuki  21/F/Salerno, Italy
(21/F/Salerno, Italy)   
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