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Jun 2019
Rotten
Like a subtle omen,
I find my fruit has gone rotten overnight.
Faded gold turned to coal,
Oozing it's once perfect insides.
I am tarnished silverware,
What a pair.
Written by
Medusa  Cisgender Female
(Cisgender Female)   
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     Fawn, Bogdan Dragos and Khoisan
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