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fingers over the gape of a wound .
fresh โโ pulsing ใ a laceration
danced over the fourth true rib .
she bleeds as anyone else would :
consistently . the frayed leather is
what seems to pester her the most ใ
through half-mumblesโ
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what she calls for is ๐จ๐ ๐๐ . what she
calls for is the holy union beneath
the blanket of stars โโ flesh
tessellated by the patchwork of
bruise . the blood sings โโ all
regal poise captured finely beneath
the ringed fingers โ
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that burrow their lengths into what
of flesh-hugging ensemble denies
her the pleasure of familiarizing
herself with the divots of his sinews
once more . โ โฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฆ๐ฅ . โ
as she cranes close โ as lips are
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