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Saturday, January 2, 2021
words align (4)
sweet friend recall always
the honey and storm
in their cry(s) [sic]
you are the sea I am but a dream
lust bitter on her tongue
smear(ed) blood a language they scream
ache(s) whisper(ed)
frantic worship
Magnetic Poetry Kit: Original Edition
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