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Jan 2015
a prickling tickle I get from a love that's fickle
is sometimes desirable to a girl young and nimble
her mind is more rapid than the body itself
wants to feel her seat being tugged out from beneath her

she is aware a fickle love is unstable
her parents are a prime example of that label
give me the sweet gore that comes with
ever-changing pursuits of psuedo-fun
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Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
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