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Murdr'ing minister, man has no milk, let alone one of kindness to
Amend the agony that attends the crevice under my rib cage where a raven's croaked chastisement replaces dove's song, where serpent deflowers
Bruised thighs from his beguilement, his visage a book they forbid me to read
Eviscerating ring
To the toe top-full of
Heaven for him, Hell for me
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.


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