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Nov 2020
the long descent
further into herself,
arms sore from hefting up
this holy sword and slashing
into the rotten bits

blessed perspiration gathers
along her nape,
upon her brow,
under her swollen *******, and
between divine crevices
Erin
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Erin  26/F/NYC
(26/F/NYC)   
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     Captain, BLT and Imran Islam
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