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Sep 3
Rigid nostrils closing slowly, silently.
Loose jaw supporting the undisciplined tongue,
fighting for neutrality.

So,
this is how she stumbles upon you.

Deviously, neutrally she comes,
never remembering what came before,
marching obediently not knowing the objective.

But you know.
Written by
Wiktor Wytch
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