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grown out of bones each one a message to end this cosmic scavenger hunt find every piece of myself i lost along the way my self is a broken mirror that shines in the dark to form a jagged star wounds bloom into flowers i pick them again and again just to see them die the serpent takes his mouth off his tail to kiss me tongue to tongue while the world ends
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Suzanne Munro
7/21/2022 05:33:43 pm
Excellent piece
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