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Feb 2021
hearts beating,
black blood

limbs twisted together wildly,
like contortionists

fingers gripping onto fingers,
like icicles

something beautiful,
made obscene

we are a mere echo of love
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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