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Apr 2013
Droplets of clear red blood soak our fur,
As this paint seeps from our eyes,
Each tear streak a different color,
Crying rainbows... our proud demise,
Holding ***** hands with shadows
& wearing mannequin faces when our hearts crack!
We are simply bittersweet symphonies
...
Ballerinas in gas masks.
J
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J  uganda
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