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Feb 2010
i became one of those women
who peels away her voice
and leaves it on the top of
the clothing pile

my body is
a temple of light
and sound shrouded in
velvety flesh

this is what
he wants to sell

he likes to make art
but loves to make
money

i bit the
blade
of flattery

and dragged it
across my cheeks
Gabrielle F
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Gabrielle F
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