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i see a figure in the dark  talons clasped dripping in blood  rust & vermillion staggering at tearing exaggerating an overarched tell a blatant question  how are you i see a blind mandala prayer hands clasped dripping in tears of pure salinity & surging tides bow hunting in the dark flowing outward unto a convex well a patient response i don’t care I see a tanned ***** bone lower limbs clasped dripping in lubrication of creme  & fresh pressed juice mindful of one moment misandry in this a hesitant sconce  i need you i see crows feet  sickly skin  of snow & sleet i see a son becoming his father love of the climb addicted to the fall from a widows peak i see all of this  & yet  i am blinded by every her  after all half the battle is in the dark
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
widows peak
i see a figure in the dark  talons clasped dripping in blood  rust & vermillion staggering at tearing exaggerating an overarched tell a blatant question  how are you i see a blind mandala prayer hands clasped dripping in tears of pure salinity & surging tides bow hunting in the dark flowing outward unto a convex well a patient response i don’t care I see a tanned ***** bone lower limbs clasped dripping in lubrication of creme  & fresh pressed juice mindful of one moment misandry in this a hesitant sconce  i need you i see crows feet  sickly skin  of snow & sleet i see a son becoming his father love of the climb addicted to the fall from a widows peak i see all of this  & yet  i am blinded by every her  after all half the battle is in the dark
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34/M/Los Angeles
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
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