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eyes cover my skin,
I wield flaming sword

he is all I am not
afraid
skin still sticky
in utero
flesh pink and tender
soft like silk
or satin rope
wrapped around
neck

grapevine
covered
trellis

descending from above

may I teach you,
young one ?

ripples
do not break the
surface tension
of thinner skin
healed
over wound

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