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Feb 2021
Curled, a cradle, cusping
silky supple soft,
aloft rustling skin
prickling static afterthought.
Nose in, mouth out,
internal furnace burning hot,
bitter winter giving way
to flame that’d dim for naught.
persephone
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persephone  22/Genderqueer/TX
(22/Genderqueer/TX)   
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