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Feb 2017
Even in a leopard bathrobe,
Naked face full of phlegm, wearing
The days of deep depression
Smeared across her face,

She was still a goddess.
A sick, beautiful, goddess
Who I'm glad woke up
This morning.
ryan
Written by
ryan  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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