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Oct 2019
My beautiful deception,
Everything familiar,
Yours who’s skin is comfort on my fingertips,
Yours who’s eyes, I fathom to lose myself in,
Who’s pain runs so detrimentally deep,
That I could never comfort,
That I could never lose myself,
For the fear of losing all that I am.
But nevertheless,
Dshamilja Sturm
Written by
Dshamilja Sturm  24/F/Florida
     --- and Mandalina
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