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Sunday, March 19, 2017

maggot

you plucked my feathers
you clipped my wings
that wasn't enough 
so, you skinned me raw
then, gnawed at my flesh
you, insatiable maggot
until I was only bone
hollow 
Posted by Serap Sema at 1:51 PM

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