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Oct 2016
Her breaths are
the flames of
Anubis.

Her lips are
the cold fury
that becomes
the dread
of the undead
in Hade’s domain.

Her presence
proceeding
certain needing
to collapse
makes her
such a sick supplicant
suicidal somnolent
under the inevitable
onslaught
of each empty
underworld.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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