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Cholera
Cholera
She swam through me like a crustacean
a water lamia that was sale-fish and unworn.
She took my skin, blood thick, "you can have 'tis bound flesh'
my soulmate is still unborn.
She swam through me like a crustacean
a water lamia that was sale-fish and unworn.
She took my skin, blood thick, "you can have 'tis bound flesh'
my soulmate is still unborn.
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