many, many moons ago, i saw vulvas in the night sky, exploding into stars, birthing galaxies within the folds of slick lips. many, many moons ago, i wandered through dim, balmy tunnels, enveloped within the earth's womb-like burrows, softly cooing me toward doorways beguilingly shaped in the curves of the vulva. these are the things…

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