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The summer takes me hard by hand, watches me from the other room. How it took me from me, made my body into a cavity, wringing the wet from my lips. What gash it left me tending.

ORDER MY NEW POETRY COLLECTION:sAINT OF.

ORDER MY NEW POETRY COLLECTION:

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