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Dec 2014
To me
Your lips are oxygen
Your eyes
They are streetlights on my walk home
After drinking all night
Do I love you enough after all I've been through?
The love and the loss
Your hands
Are knives
Sharper
Than your words
As they hold me
They hurt me
But they make me feel so much
Sydney
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Sydney  New York
(New York)   
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   Lior Gavra
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