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Today I am an oil painting Slick and wet, a fever dream I am your "angel" in the outfield Screaming And you want me to comb your every hair? Lap up every shorn tendril? With pride We keep petting ourselves Asking who bakes for the baker

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annie-dark

For You?

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Published: Nov 6, 2020
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