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Dec 2016
feeling the sloping curve of your lips
stroking the cold brittle paper of your skin
gazing into your deadened graceless eyes
I can't help but think your beauty surpasses
any that one of the living could achieve.
CastorPolydeuces
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CastorPolydeuces  Montana
(Montana)   
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   b e mccomb
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