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Thursday, September 28, 2017
Put
her
away
quietly.
Slowly back into
her tent. Do not look. Pull the wool
gently over her senseless body, then tip-toe
out. Damp ground strewn with purity's
debris spreads beneath
the rainbow.
Promise:
no
more.
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