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Dec 2020
You can **** me now
A spring of night bubbled from atop her crown
It meandered down past her cheeks
Small streams of starless skies rounded her chin
Then fell upon her shoulders and pooled around her neck
Written by
Jamison Bell
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     Bogdan Dragos, ap and BLT
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