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Dec 2024
As the the thin crescent , a scythe
Cuts through the darkness
So was also the screams of
Achilles’ army
Being whiped out but the amazons
In the night
Who am I
But woman
Am I
Flea
Written by
Flea  35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa
(35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa)   
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