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Mar 2014
he was a demon,
considered himself monstrous
of course he is,
even the flowers wilt
when he touches them

he was afraid to touch
the person he loves the most
always kept her apart
even if he wanted to held her

she reminds him of a flower,
so fleeting,
fragile,
wouldn't she crumble
if he touches her?
Elli
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Elli  21/F/Paris
(21/F/Paris)   
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