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Sep 2018
Frigid curly
Black and long
Tentacles from the scalp

Frantic, we dance
And our unbraided ropes
Drench in salted sweat

For now
I shake and yet
The tremble in me is fake

Finally silent
I crouch away since
When was having fun such a task
Written by
Kristaps  18/Cisgender Male
(18/Cisgender Male)   
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