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Jan 2018
I can afford to worship death
because conception is always generous to me.
I pilgrimage to my own primitive landscape
seeking a boon- a long slurp
of the moon's warm breast milk.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
(49/M/Ohio)   
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