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Mar 2017
It painted my hand red
dripping down my arm
at least I know now
why your leaves are red

your thorns made me feel closer
because I felt your emotions
I could feel you in my hand
and I stopped feeling myself

Looking at you, blooming
my hands became numb
Armin Tavakoli
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