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menstruation
I am menstruating into your face and yes, rust comes off my uterine walls but so does all that clotted tissue and the more the man whispers my name, the more I imagine a lifetime locked in a lupine embrace and it is terrible to think of a beast instead of a hairless figure but sometimes, I dream of fucking the ghosts and all those bodies are hungry. All those entities call my name.
Published 8th Jun 2013
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8th Jun 2013 11:08pm
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10th Jun 2013 5:15am
this is good, kit, very original. I like the voice that rebels against permanent lockdown...
