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You spend more time cradling your shell, lately Coveting not the flesh of just any man But the warmth of his skin - only Tempering your own - rosy Dulling the mind - ***** And curing the heart’s lonely: ~Ahh… Hare! Suppose this must be what it means to burn — Slowly.~
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Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 5:56 AM UTC
O, Doting Tortoise
You spend more time cradling your shell, lately Coveting not the flesh of just any man But the warmth of his skin - only Tempering your own - rosy Dulling the mind - ***** And curing the heart’s lonely: ~Ahh… Hare! Suppose this must be what it means to burn — Slowly.~
~ tilde is used to indicate italics as I do not comprehend yet how to edit them in
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24/Non-binary/South London
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 5:56 AM UTC
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