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Nov 2019
They are our greatest weapons.
Our enemies.
They control the harm we do to ourselves.
They hold the nicotine,
They caress the blade.
They wipe our tears,
And they can cause our death.
Our hands are what destroy us.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
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     Khoisan, Avery, Allie Pine and Bogdan Dragos
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