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Feb 2021
You can lay in this bed,
crawl into the sunrise
between the soft rays of golden light.
You do not need to worry -
just leave your scrubs on my floor,
I'll help you pick up the pieces later.
Settle underneath my fingertips,
as you are,
with your tainted heart
and helpless dedication.
I'll watch over your dreams
so all the *****, infectious things
won't reach you.
Christina Marie
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Christina Marie  25/F/Germany
(25/F/Germany)   
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