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lies all over him
they scream in obscenity
that door was locked fast
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7 Feb. 2023
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath
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