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Mar 7
If I went blind,  I
know that you would
swallow bells so that
I could find my way beside
you. And if you stumbled
down to your knees, I would
pull my eyelashes out from
unseeing eyes
one by one, and press
them into your
fingertips, offering you wishes,
one by one.
anna
Written by
anna  17/F/Scotland
(17/F/Scotland)   
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