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Nov 2019
in my skin

its started when i reached back
a breeze on my neck
a slit at the nape
stooty, void black
and my fingers pressed down

and they just
kept
going
the body reflects the soul.
Written by
mocha  F
(F)   
116
   Bogdan Dragos
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