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… crutches.To be at hand when you need them.So, please, go back to herand never remember I exist.Erase me.I cried bitterly enough for you.My tears dried up.I am a desert.Just let the wind blow me.
Mariana Busarova
Sissitrix
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The intensity of simple words in the middle of intense poetry.
Domination, sex, and black biro.
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