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Feb 11
The light hits my skin different
the sun would never
leave behind traces of love
I have yet to see the same artistic expression
during the day
This contrast
leaves blisters on my hands
Waking up under a spell
my feet hurt
Photographic memories of you
make love
to my soulΒ Β 
Full of dreary absence
and dozy
my large tears brim
Let them fall
Splash
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