Harlot
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crimson lips
stained with blood of saints
rides the beast
steers the reins
embittered roar portends doom
her end imminent
Spin a Shadorma
Nette Onclaud
6/3/25
** Photo not my creation
Copyright © Tom Woody | Year Posted 2025
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