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pray, animal
You can’t leave the farm without blood on your hands. Sometimes it’s your own.
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AN EARRING
A butterfly clasp sits on the bedside table. Fluttering out from where it’s supposed to be and whispering the secrets it learned on the back of a lobe.
Tag: flesh
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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