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in
this
shade
of her limbs spread
a c r o s sm y c h e s t
sun shine spots wiggling in slow dance,
lemonade sweetened cool, the cond..
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i
w
as
born today,
all the smiles sipping soda,
and
cake so
fluff
E
the way she hugs me, makes the
one
blowout the
candles
sw..
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so
hot
in
h ere
m y
e ye b
rows
are sweating.
running
m y hands th
rough
m yhair
thinking
of
you
hip bone thong strap svelte..
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s
u
r p
u p
n l
d s e
o
w
n
,
cascades the ripple soak,
waves.
etched vine weather worn
stairs of
window box flowers,
wild tea ro..
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fester
this
unattainable
sore of beauty
one
flash
glance
speaks
of
distain.
unworthy of
a second
delve
rampant wh..
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ethereal online
her spine is bent whip like
each probing disconnected tumid
prying her middle soul
from mouth heated orifices.
the promise of ..
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there is
static
on all channels
the roof workers gone home
sally rides by in her car
blasting Groovasaurus
singing loud
the m..
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Saline is sweating,
profusely,
bulging the eye sockets almost invisible,
barely holding her eyes
in
the door
Hather is leaning
wounded,
..
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acetylene torches in her smolder,
the grip clasps my skin, though my shirt,
the cloth tourniquet Indian burns my soul
claire’s fuming in ..
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Carl is 72.
He smiles with a knowing grin, like he has heard and seen everything, from toothless w****s walking the dirt alleys of war, to beachfro..
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