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Nov 2011
skinny hips
you seem like

                                wings and voices

                                                                    (risingfalling)
                                                                                                  breaking soaring
                                                                                                                                   ,
                                                                                                                                                       but you curl
                                                                                                                                                       on my words
                                                                                                                                                       (your body
                                                                                                                                                       softest and
                                                                                                                                                       firmer) i'll
                                                                                                                                                       mount they
                                                                                                                                                       each upon each
                                                                                                                                                       and ****** up a
                                                                                                                                                       spire right into
                                                                                                                                                       star strung sinuous
                                                                                                                                                       skies And i'll breath
                                                                                                                                                       into your spangled
                                                                                                                                                       skull such dreams
                                                                                                                                                       even Morpheus'd
                                                                                                                                                       go greenly
                                                                                                   
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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   Lorelei Adams
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