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The grey lines etch Her eyes, her mouth and her hips. A blade makes contact through the fine, stone mist. Stagnant, sanding down the beating end of a hammer, Trapped shapes appear, Revealing new ways to approach Her eyes, her mouth and her hips.
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 3:49 PM UTC
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The grey lines etch Her eyes, her mouth and her hips. A blade makes contact through the fine, stone mist. Stagnant, sanding down the beating end of a hammer, Trapped shapes appear, Revealing new ways to approach Her eyes, her mouth and her hips.
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Isaace
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Isaace
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 3:49 PM UTC
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