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Jan 2016
Taken with what
exactly? There’s no
hunger left in the greedy

That same old thing always
had weak knees for begging and
asks with arms extended: May
I have some more please?

The sound of stark reality
sounds like there’s not much left
in the *** but dried bits.
Cecelia Francis
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Cecelia Francis  24/Non-binary
(24/Non-binary)   
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   Jevaugn and Cecil Miller
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