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antigone redux
bruises on your cheek, i stare. each livid mark is a testament on my flour skin. with that inherent intimacy: you, prince on the pedestal, paederast preying upon my lifeblood. i am the convoluted one, bury me with your pity - we are what you never truly had.
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Comments
AngelsWing Says:
I like the way you can take more than one bit of meaning out of your work, and the way you use assonance and alliteration. It's truly a lost art you have there