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Apr 2014
Our play only exists in my head
And I can just love you there

You let me in
And shared your drinks
Falling over
Tipping between
ugly things

It's much different now
I'm no longer oblivious

I'm clouded
Making judgments
through ***** glasses

Killing time
I'm afraid
I'm wasted
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   Lior Gavra
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