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Mishap

White sage - aged  
frosts,  
a squall of opening snows  
icing my bleached airways  
A slight stoppered bottle,  
seeps  
dryness like lye  
Oily digging - flesh effaced;  
molten holy place  
christening with blisters  
quickening my pace  
   
**  
I spilled some essential oil on myself. Don't do that.
Written by AtoMikbomb
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