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Jul 28
save face and leave
hold your quiet
like a secret
before thunder

leave the wound
mark the trail of my passing
reminiscent —
that we do for love
that we do for vengeance

you forgot, my dear
to **** you aim
for the heart
. .  . . .
Written by
нина  22/F/Caracas, Venezuela.
(22/F/Caracas, Venezuela.)   
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