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Feb 2020
I confess
that I never confess
I don't digress

this mistress is blessed
with the thing in her breast
that nestle with the rest
of the festering pests

I detest
ever selling off
or culling off
a shred of distress
why **** with the mess
when you can simply guess
the anima sola
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the anima sola  31/F/Australia
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