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Her face is wrapped in snakes Her skin shingles of mud and when the rooster crows she comes to save her blood. The loss of childlike purity it was never hers to lose. Chained to the bed wishing to be dead but the man must always choose.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
When the Rooster Calls
Her face is wrapped in snakes Her skin shingles of mud and when the rooster crows she comes to save her blood. The loss of childlike purity it was never hers to lose. Chained to the bed wishing to be dead but the man must always choose.
Aliceishiding
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
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