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Jun 2019
I am the swamp
viscous and visceral
my mind flooded with clogged thought
slow, I walk
slower, I change
this curled vine ever slow in its
strangulation
the swamp, a table mat of a face
dinner on my bones
breakfast at my fate
I kiss you, swamp-like
the frog's poisoned lips taste potent
and your smile, so green
it reminds me of my own flesh.
Written by
Starlight  19/Transmasculine/Australia
(19/Transmasculine/Australia)   
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   Fawn, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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