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POET_QUEEN2 by
SHARMAYNE
All that's missing from this scene is a couple of bongos and a microphone, but Sharmayne's saving that for when she's famous. And the raw, barren space in which she writhes about is fitting for the moment anyway. We'd huddle in the corner of a dank bunker with broken bottles under our feet if it meant we could get access to the pages of a lady's journal.
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