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Apr 23
Rube. Scar. Scar.
Some eat the others. Hum. Time.

Suede hinges open the way.
The way is shut. Your hands — they’re gone. That doesn’t stop the closing.

Scar. Scar. Scar.

No hands, yet the way is open.
Have you really learned to love. Yourself.
Written by
Dmitry Synytsia  22/M/Kyiv , Ukraine
(22/M/Kyiv , Ukraine)   
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