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Jan 2017
I will rise a pheonix from the ashes that you made of me.
My tounge will untangle itself from the knot in my stomach.
Wounds will weep from the lashing of my whip like tounge

Whip cracking, skin smacking, back lashing!
Amanda Francis
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   alex and cascandaza
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