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She snakes around himlegs taut in tantric anticipation.Her midnight purplehair dances in thematch light.He is barely aware of heras he readies their e..
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Rage consumes youmy beautiful white lion,lying exposed on the scorchedsavannah, seeking a mirage of reliefin the potions of witch doctorshas poisoned ..
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His skin like the peel of an onion,a desiccated parchment traversed by blue collapsing rivers.Crooked fused hands clutched at vacant air,his form hunc..
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Wipe your little snotty nose,
And clean the toe jam ‘tween your toes.
Pull your pants up, tuck in your shirt,
Look, those nails are filled wi..
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On September 4, 1918, United States troops land at Archangel, in northern Russia. The landing was part of an Allied intervention in the civil war ragi..
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Winter settles inside my bones.
Wool stretched nights linger
far into morning where an anemic sun
rests behind ice-crystal clouds.
The winds' lo..
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Mint julep stories glorifiedsmelling salts, debutantecotillions;Spanish moss still sashays fromgnarled oaks. Aristocraticladies sit on verandahsfannin..
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something light
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A raw beauty she was.Lips, painted in a treasonous shadeof Bolshevik red were perpetually curledbetween a grimace and a sneer.Petite feet enscon..
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Where are you mywounded urchin?The winter's frostbitehas dulled my fingertipsand I find no solacein my tea.I look but you arenowhere;still the s..
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