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Date Added: May 14, 2019 21:05:56 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Delta. I was the fourth child. 
The delta connection of a 
triangular love. No blues. 
Only cottony belly. 

My copper coins. I want to save 
them for making talismans. 
My arms are entwined like 
a python around the neck of a medusa. 

That hairy push of a trident. 
The stinging tentacles. The 
polyp was enlarging. Now the 
snake was shedding the skin. 

Statesmen. They change their colour 
like chamaeleon. Prehensile 
tail trailing behind the witch- 
craft of black goddess.
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