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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Defloration

My dress, wrapped like a collar, smells of grass.
After I kicked his face, he pulled off my boots - hips jerking, rocks scraping against my back – and heaved them into the creek.
The grass smells like warmth against my cold body.




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