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May 2020
Creep
A little left forward
And the creeps come out

A little less
And we accept
A Creep

Hmm.
Past the forward
Leave in a lurch
The smell of baked clay
A mudslinger's holiday
jiminy-littly
Written by
jiminy-littly  M/NYC
(M/NYC)   
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   MS Anjaan
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