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Mar 2019
Guided by spirits

Swimming in lust

Sweat, saliva, and dried up ***

Here crumpled sheets lead to darkened streets

And the sound of the heartbeat drum

Is replaced by the tapping of feet

How beauty begins to rust

Fairy, muse, or nymph?

Opaque glass, sight unclear

They say the only way to know

Is to hold up a mirror
Written by
Levi Sharpe
924
   Mark Edwards Jr and Fawn
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