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Jun 2022
Bed
bed:
blood
in us
of mud

shed
the rust
muscle
of dust

red:
tongue
wrung
strung

said:
run
the run
begun
(we did)

-

head
of toil
of ours
in soil

bread
of skin
soiled
in sin

led:
we went
say, patent
we went

wed?
ha, sweet
pleased
bland wheat

bed:
pillow
above us
below

bed:
black hand
fragile
and
"Loose the flood–– you shall find it patent-–
Gush after gush, reserved for you-–"
-Emily D.

13/06/2022
Ayesha
Written by
Ayesha  20/F/Silver Sea
(20/F/Silver Sea)   
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