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Aug 2017
trace, my finger along the spine. yours.

then you tortured me, until immune i

said nothing.



no more.

so, no more will i bless thee, recognise

thee  & your service.



immune i take nothing, give it to no one.



no more.



it was raining so hard we could not see

out.



now we can.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
140
     ---, bones, ---, --- and unnamed
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