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Aug 2013
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they're fascinated by my
soul's avante-guarde ******,
and how much of it i bare.

they don't know that i feel every breeze,
and mere dust particles can adhere to my ****** surface,
muscles operating in constant fear of being punctured
goatgirl
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goatgirl  mountaintops, but in Hell
(mountaintops, but in Hell)   
880
   --- and Lewis
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