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May 2013
there's a scar on my bottom lip
bruises on my memory i don't talk about...
there's too many freckles to count
constellations of moles -
nightmares gnawing on my sleep
sheep that turn to wolves
who walk behind me
whispering "look up, talk fast"...
my hips are soft
cheated by Gli Amanti's arrows
I believe in love
but I can't swing the burden
Gillian
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Gillian  42/F/Somewhere like Vermont…
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   madeline may
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