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Jun 2016
Blossoming
Red ink through clear water
Drifting
Sinking
Tendrils, wisps

Red ink spreading
Filling
Water no longer clear
Fingers stained with impurity
Clutching
Screaming

Isn't it a sin to cut?
just something I thought of off the top of my head. Picture it, if you want/can
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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   Elizabeth Squires and Glass
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