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Damsel no. 41

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She jerks tears from places
I didn't know had tears
to be jerked from; she gets
into my head, whether
welcome or not, and
stays there, skilfully
clawing her way under
my skin, she dances
around inside for
however long she
pleases, and
vanishes as quickly
as she came, leaving
shoe prints on the walls
of my flesh,
and a terrible mess inside.



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