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Mar 2018
On that day my soul grew drunk
The cooked curiosity craving
The passion never slaving
I crave the ******, sick spirit

Instead I uncovered the affinity
The vehemence smiled
What could there be more purely piled?
I crave the temptress, thirsty thing

Suddenly, I heard some feeling
My ambition, I could not awaken
While I pondered, bibulous and forsaken
I crave the tippling, touched target
Persephone Salix
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Persephone Salix  17/Non-binary/NC
     Nyx Ursa
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