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Jan 2014
I refuse to
speak
but I will resign to
whisper

don’t you want to can’t you
breathe
wind you
thief

but, lips should remain linear,
its a rule
one hundred eighty degrees
its hot in my head but i
do not say
anything
avital
Written by
avital
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