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strawberries are no longer ripe bruises are no longer purple wine drools on its own red inside and outside of the cup the cicatrix splits carmine dawn licks the wounds of night merengue whipped water dissolves on the tongues of the sun mouths are always open bodies are never empty blood weeps on its own flowing inside and outside of the skin
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Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
Red on the backs of too many
strawberries are no longer ripe bruises are no longer purple wine drools on its own red inside and outside of the cup the cicatrix splits carmine dawn licks the wounds of night merengue whipped water dissolves on the tongues of the sun mouths are always open bodies are never empty blood weeps on its own flowing inside and outside of the skin
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Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
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