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The god, She runs her tongue across my neck, Traces a hand along my imperfections. We build together In this shivering heat. I give her my blood and she builds a city. My flesh becomes the world. My bones caves and rivers, My heart the capital of some meat nation, My soul the fire of progress. I spill out. I spill out.
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May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC
Bona Dea
The god, She runs her tongue across my neck, Traces a hand along my imperfections. We build together In this shivering heat. I give her my blood and she builds a city. My flesh becomes the world. My bones caves and rivers, My heart the capital of some meat nation, My soul the fire of progress. I spill out. I spill out.
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May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC
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