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Feb 2020
I can still feel your hands reaching back
pulling my ribs apart
a meal
Somewhere from before where you still exist
sliding the meat from the bones
of the women you loath

A monster
gnashing teeth
withered down to dull stones
You have done this many times before
Written by
Audrey  27/F
(27/F)   
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     GENIE and Little Bear
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