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Nov 28
I look at the blade
with my arms ready
red lines everywhere
blood dripping down like little lakes
flowing through the crevices
until they meet
if I cut the wrong vein someday
all the rivers will amalgamate into a matrix of red ocean
egg hot pot
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egg hot pot  17/Trans Female
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