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Feb 2019
Smear, trickle, tumble
The smell of iron from the red
Ties our senses together

Oh how I wonder where his mind went
For his eyes were shadowed
And his face was someone else

Yet, he started to cry a faceless cry
This correlates with a short story I'm currently writing
Rotten Meat
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Rotten Meat  24/Agender
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