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now look what you've done

  • Writer: N. A. Dawn
    N. A. Dawn
  • Aug 17, 2020
  • 1 min read

hot beads slip my eyes, now every photon returns more gold off her face.


hot sound tears my throat, now every decibel beats walls around the man.


[Another for Peter.]

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