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trudge with
then us
languid
blood
beauty
would
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gown smear
a sordid
ache s
garden y
women y
essential the
honey
shine
blue orb
mist lake
white ly
death ly
who to ing
scream &
recall
black
spring
mother
love of
sausage
lather of
milk
cool
run ing
these
their
tongue s
always
and
but
behind
like
bare use
purple feet
gone pink
ask
and we did
lust
still
© Michael Magoolaghan
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