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Feb 2016
Her stilettos bang like gavels
toga swathing her lithe torso
she holds the scales high:
ashtray and collection plate
amalgam
blood runs down her thighs
as she uses her white cane;
a sword that keeps the secret
of how she lost her eyes.
Laughing Wolf
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Laughing Wolf
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   Denel Kessler
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