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Nov 2011
all of this could, indeed,
be ours
spreading lies between
oiled up thighs
thick with condescension and a
veneer of left over hand-me-down
its not quite you,
it's a not even a substitute
but it will do:
filling the loneliness
at the bottom of the well
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