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Aug 2014
it comes in intervals of quiet and sad things
in the eyes
and the mouth
in the jokes we use to make light
of the dark
and I use
and you let me
and we sit in circles of shame
and redemption
we are the same
Blurred together
lost among the intervals
Sofia Sunrise
Written by
Sofia Sunrise  a place
(a place)   
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   Lior Gavra
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