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Apr 2013
You describe me
Like a painting you saw
When you were drunk.

Stretching your fingers
For the sanguine face
Faded inside it.

That's when you whisper
You'll love me
Without any doubt
To hold you back.



*© NDHK
Nik Krutilla
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