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Dec 2022
Purification has always been an act of violence.
And I crave it.
From the very beginning
when I was told about the
corruption between my thighs
and the way it seduces others
who are broken like I am.
I daydream about starting from the bottom with the rough hands and mouths,
The words that cut the deepest.
The bruises you can't hide.

That is how I start over.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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   MS Anjaan
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