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Jan 2022
I surrounded you with feathers in a steel furnace
I singed my wistful wings trying to save us
I gave up
I spread my willow wings trying to save me
The only power I have, I gave me
I'm not worshiping your phallus anymore
I'm no longer a *****
I outpaced that kind of fun
It was a long distance run
You're remnants from that prism
Stilettos dipped in gum
Don't leave any cash on the table
Give it to the Sun
Zoe Mae
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Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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