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Oct 2019
Sweet soft angel.  You make death seem so lovely.
You sing so heavenly and your grip is tight.  A siren in my own skull.  When I lay my head beside yours, desire and fear bleed together.  When I come to you with a knife in my stomach and you greet me with a twist of the wrist, I won't hold it against you.
Please keep singing ever so softly.
I'll come back for your embrace as soon as I can.
Elle Brookes
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Elle Brookes  20/Two-Spirit
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