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Mar 2014
7
how we cried
how cold it was outside
how we let the weather bite our skin
how nothing mattered anymore
how the days kept happening and nights existed and
how slumber didn't
how we surfed in a sea of familiar eyes
with the same miserable expressions
how there was alcohol
and we drowned ourselves in it
and in each other's spaces
Michal Shilor
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Michal Shilor  Jerusalem
(Jerusalem)   
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   M and purple orchid
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