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Oct 2023
Lay your fingers on my skin and dig
claw, scrape, and degrade me
until you feel the rot that lays beneath,
beating and secreting into my bloodstream,
desolate and dead but searing to the touch.
Grip it and rip it away
**** it between your smile, throw it to the wolves.
We’ll howl with them
as the full moon rises.
Lauren Connolly
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Lauren Connolly  26/F/Michigan
(26/F/Michigan)   
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