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Sep 2017
i'm sitting on the edge of a word
a buried secret
mud over my mouth
it feels like a snake crawled up in my brain
a flock of ravens
a slow dredge
a dark taboo, scintillent

oh scarred angel
your kiss
a scarlet tongue
zebra
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