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Nov 2013
Dog lipped, Golden hair
Eyes shimmering under star light
Milk skinned, buck toothed
Groping for the edge
screaming, screaming
Why does she make the that sound
Heavy breathing
The smell of cherry blossom wafting through the room
Lashes, 25 lashes glowing red
Warm to the touch
Staring into space
Mouth agape, exhausted
Still reaching for the edge.
Written by
Lee W  35/Non-binary/Harrisburg, PA
(35/Non-binary/Harrisburg, PA)   
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