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Nov 2024
Winter morning sunshine
I feel like rubbing my feet
Her voice is rather sweet
But her lips stink of brine

Blood on my lips
Hers rather dry
Winter morning sunshine
Now mine smell like brine

Not the sorrow of regret
Nor the V of indignation
I just feel like winter morning sunshine
egg hot pot
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egg hot pot  17/Trans Female
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     Immortality, Liana, Nobody, --- and Cassian
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