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Sep 2023
tea party in the city of dreams. the table is dressed in guts. jars of fireflies. my earring is the devil. it speaks. i am a woman. there are snakes in my belly. my virginity has regrown. dog-dark and dog-hungry. gathered, before me, a horned god; a trembling fawn; my mother. i am to tell their fortunes. the snakes in my belly are mating. the devil burns my ear. the city of dreams is on fire. i crawl onto the horned god’s lap and begin to cry
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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