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woman of the south daughter of the full moon with your tongue and its grace to give words their colors and shape i find myself hunting for you in the jungle where i know nothing without my traps and arrows naked for your distant gaze to touch my shade.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
Here is Not There : 07
woman of the south daughter of the full moon with your tongue and its grace to give words their colors and shape i find myself hunting for you in the jungle where i know nothing without my traps and arrows naked for your distant gaze to touch my shade.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
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