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May 2015
The heat laps at her skin,
and now she can't breathe again.
Play with fire and you'll only get hurt,
but no one know she likes the burn.
Blistered flesh warps her skin,
playing as battle scars
against the war within herself.
Winning at a losing game
is no Victory.
Savannah the Desert Mermaid
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Savannah the Desert Mermaid  Your Girlfriend's Pants
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