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Sep 2011
her face too subdued
(don't you think?)
her hands too small
her ears in the right place
unlike her eyebrows, her nose and her mind
her back? a pack of bones
holding hopes at night
and that!dress
in the morning
she should eat more
no, less
no
her chin never moves
never moves
she sometimes does this with that
sometimes she doesn’t
sometimes she doesn’t?
she never ever.
could she be closer?
could she be further away? (yes, just there would be fine)
could she crawl?
[grin]
what? she didn’t, did she?
her eyes don’t blink
her roses dead
her tires low
her zipper undone
her roast dry
her life*

..they are rating
Corina Gina Papouis
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Corina Gina Papouis  London, UK
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