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Mar 2013
I burned my eyes
In commemoration of the fire
Fire that was coming
From your mouth.

Like the Samurai swords
Words are sharpened
On the skin of a woman

Penetrates the blood
Irrigated dream
-Drips through memory.
Anamarija
Written by
Anamarija  33/F/Zagreb
(33/F/Zagreb)   
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   Prabhu Iyer and st64
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