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A mask of my flesh made pleasantly familiar by Strangers who, grasping the wild silk ribbons of my soul, pull & stretch each strand of me to be neatly knitted into the Fabric of Society.
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
“I’ve washed/The front of my face.”
A mask of my flesh made pleasantly familiar by Strangers who, grasping the wild silk ribbons of my soul, pull & stretch each strand of me to be neatly knitted into the Fabric of Society.
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foxingrateful
34/M/Indianapolis, IN
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
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