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Surveillance kits


It's summer evening
and she sits on the edge
of the well.

Mosquitoes are orbiting her
like parent's drones.

Why isn't she tucked in bed
as normal, obeying daughters are?

She awaits her lover.




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Publicerad 2023-05-17 09:20



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