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Jun 2019
I climb,
in the lip of monsters,
in the best of demons,
rock, fire, ash,
skin dark and flaking,
tongue to the roof,
feet scraping,
to the precipice,
of here and there,
to before, into beyond
"in love"--
"into death".
love can maybe be too much
Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
(17/F/On earth, not Mars)   
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