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May 10
Birds loosen themselves from the writing of my fingers,
They cross my cold, alcohol-shadow
With bodiless flights,
Seizing my skin, suddenly set aflame.
Written by
Eduardo Edmundo  49/M/Almada
(49/M/Almada)   
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     rick and M Ignacio
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