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Oct.10.2012
Her blood still flowsOther hands dip in its riverPalms hold red gobletsClinking glassesCrashLike gunshotsTransparent woundsTouchedShe cringesHer painA cadaverBreath faltersIn her prisonShe broke the barsOutsideSpider webs entangleEvery twitch watchedHer body a museumOf messagesShe will...
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