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Apr 2018
eyes of pitch and
tongue the same,
hair all wild, curled flame
skin cerulean, fingers clawed
skulls at the neck, open-jawed
teeth as razors, though not small
on Death's back, she rides tall.
27 april 11:13 pm
diosa in one of many forms
liz
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