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Coarse blanket, wrap these hips and clawed hands tight, bury hunger where these jaws cannot tear, Please, think not of me hunting down the light.
I weave my bowl among the trees tonight; I mark my fate and swing my mortar there; Clay vessel, hold my hips and clawed hands tight.
My hope slides along the wet leaves, slight and fast, wishing them home, helping them there. Please think not of me hunting down the light.
Oh, Atropos; oh, crone; the thread is right when it resists; yet, small, blond hair, small bodies, wrap these hips
by ~blackcirclewalker
GenomeFear flowed through Chesney like an overdose of some stimulant, and he stumbled on the stone steps, falling deeper into the dark metropolis. The Marsala Lounge sprayed light and sound out into the street, just a few blocks down. Chesney wondered if the excruciating, cauterized plasma burn in his side would let him limp all the way down to it, or if he would simply break down after two steps and fall and die in the gutter.Genome
Chesney also wondered if he should be worried about more cybers, and decided that he should not. Even after everything, if he came across one he was finished, murdered on the spo
by ~blackcirclewalker
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girls: a repriseI've thrown chairs and knives at girls whose only retaliation was to scream. Glass ashtrays left them less shocked and more angry as I'd stand at the door disgusted and slightly amused at their bright pink bodies, their black and blue bruised and broken bodies animated and moving still with weak knees and blushing cheeks.girls: a reprise
These are the girls whose pink cherry tits would silhouette against their shattered faces with their bright painted up lips listing demands, commands, and favors I was completely deaf to. I was always hoping for death between the legs
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