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Jul 2013
heal myself of the past
with dirt and rough skies
rain drinking as a shield
of the light passed

searching through the souls,
that bear all the slides
bold headed stay
tired of their fouls.

large locks fall
spewing out the skin
"O"-s and eyebrows lie
numbing my downfall.
gellu naum
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