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Jan 28
I want to stitch your hands onto mine
You're the glazing moon
in a village of only dead grass.


I choke when I can't see you
Your glance is heaven to me.


As I claw my love into your mouth
I realize

that your love
is out of my
grasp.
8 July, 2018
Written by
Lieke  15/F/Netherlands
(15/F/Netherlands)   
105
   Perry
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