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Immunity To My Quill
Memories tucked away in the recesses of my mind
absorbing my soul's ambiguity seducing my
mind's narrative of creation for the missing
pieces of old friends and flames in dreams
ghosts touching the skin with death-scented breath
tasting my flesh giving immunity to my quill
as I digest the weight of artifice grit of my fetish
for the barren womb
absorbing my soul's ambiguity seducing my
mind's narrative of creation for the missing
pieces of old friends and flames in dreams
ghosts touching the skin with death-scented breath
tasting my flesh giving immunity to my quill
as I digest the weight of artifice grit of my fetish
for the barren womb
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