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Feb 2012
Your skin against My skin
Is coarse
Scratchy
Bark,
and it peels as you crunch
against my freshness.
Your unnatural flesh
Flaking off in chunks.

Your heaviness
splitting me
Grinding into my spirit
(while I resist)


I want to spit.
Margrett Gold
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Margrett Gold  moon
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   --- and victoria
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