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Jun 2014
My hands are dyed.
Dyed as in permanent
Until death do us part.
But I died my hands.
Died as in permanent,
Until death do us part.
Dead,
Dyed,
Died,
Dye,
Die.
Iris Rebry
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Iris Rebry
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