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 Scuttle back into your lair; draw the trap door closed. Cover your eyes, ears, lips, and crotch with the mutated digits on your arachnoid li... [read more] |
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Your shoes and shirt remain on the back porch, abandoned; and your sky-blue jeans and silver silk thong are now draped over the desk chair's... [read more] |
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I like the beauty of your pastel pink-colored socks (not quite concealed beneath the frayed cuffs of your bell-bottom jeans) gliding across... [read more] |
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The angst that pedals backwards steals light from the winsome wanderings of souls looking to rest th... [read more] |
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What paleness this wraith that glories in the taking of innocence to feed its lust for power... [read more] |
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humbly working in the background rarely seen and barely known yet she is the stabilizing force which keeps the... [read more] |
 The Pharoah the land, earth the move gotta, gotta going back home running, running from the Negro, the Ne... [read more] |
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peacock flourishes its fractal feathers a dazzling array of bright vivid colors forcefully hypnotizing females to mate bears c... [read more] |
 What pisses you off is that you looked at me and saw a diamond in the rough— the potential or whatever else may be there but m... [read more] |
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excitement— not rising at all words played out in spoken language I lic... [read more] |
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We met when our children were quite young…you had a boy, I had a boy and a girl…We fell in love and we didn’t think too much back then…about... [read more] |
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Those argyle socks rise almost to his knees. He told you that he has worn them to please you. In his (otherwise bare) nudity's beauty,... [read more] |
 Is it possible to feel happy and sad? Calm but also mad? Is it possible to feel excited and anxious? Or is the happiness only pretent... [read more] |
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a train's screaming whistlebetrays miles of distanceyou put between usand reveals just where you are i could go therei could f... [read more] |
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after stars have whispered away and the moon but a memory, morning yawns in her blush awakening shadows, leftover kisses of night ho... [read more] |