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kuta beach, bali at sunset
i take
no excuses and
no victims
you use
me like a bruise
you can't stop touching
a scab
you can't ignore
our tin can string
caught like a kite
we don't talk so
we can hear
we talk to talk
open your eyes at the going down
of the sun and tell me
you remember what was good
once
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