Swirl
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She stroked his skullA Story by Swirl |
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Your skin gets dark nestsA Poem by Swirl |
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Brittle memories of your breastsA Poem by Swirl |
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I collect souls for encourageA Poem by Swirl |
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The curvature of the waveA Poem by Swirl |
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The deep somnambulistic state clutchesA Poem by Swirl |
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The deafening loneliness peeledA Poem by Swirl |
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Sculpted breastsA Poem by Swirl |
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Hear the echo of my laughterA Story by Swirl |
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Constellation moonA Poem by Swirl |
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