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Friday, January 12, 2018
Of Whore, Of Darkness...
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I am a whore, you blow
one night like a little boat
into my ear, only
for you. Darkness closes
deepest like our skins.
You breathe, you really
breathe, I hiss.
The snake my arms
skim around you
tightens.
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