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Jun 2020
I dropped my heart
Into boiling oil.
I wanted to see
If it would fry.

As it rolled off my fingers,
My hands were stained red.

Drops of oil splashed up
And burned my red-stained fingers.

As oil and ***** collided
Popping, sizzling, and zipping
Commenced.
Norah
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Norah  19/F
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