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Nov 2019
I stole the flowers to my own grave,
I cleaned the floor from blood and got away.

My crime is breaking hearts and being heartbroken,
the thrill of pain I seek again, provoked.

And I keep the needles in the space between my fingers where your fingers used to be.
evelin avely
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evelin avely  24/F/ig: @evelinavely
(24/F/ig: @evelinavely)   
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     Raul Zamarripa III, --- and ---
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