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Apr 25
the heart aches,
a lonesome numbness,
the only eyes visible,
are the ones of the ribs that caress,
and once upon a time,
the soul, the mind and heart would connect,
comfortable in the unseen shyness,
signed “we are who we are, no more no less”
visible only
for peoples blindness
Eve
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Eve  20/F/Sweden
(20/F/Sweden)   
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   Zeno, guy scutellaro and Karen
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