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Jun 2017
Keenly sharpened lashes black the soul
Shroud the awful secrets of portals
Two brown pretending eyes pulling in
The sun, moon, light, every remaining hint

Yet prey's feet split the difference over floor
Soles stick to stone, *** warms, heart exposed
And the blood kept sacredly entombed
As prey migrates wildly out of vein
Til the gun dogs swap kisses
In familiar red

Keenly sharpened garb draws the edges
Grants malevolence a silhouette
Encroaching ****** deviance
Dances her hips so sweetly you forget
I never was, but when it counted.
Zero Nine
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Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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     ---, unnamed, Me DΓ­az and Jamadhi Verse
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