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Nov 2020
I myself am vacant.
He is in it for the violence,
she is lazulite sea,
I still see his bullet wounds.
You know it’s sultry,
me finding my red refuge,
skin in blood satin
like live people will notice.
I plead to join them,
for the ripples of my dress
to be like the winds
killing jewels and men.
For I myself am vacant.
Written by
Abby  21/Non-binary/United Kingdom
(21/Non-binary/United Kingdom)   
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