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Mar 2017
Plush me purple--

your lap,

take this head in

my memory.

Send down your hair,

I can't climb up--I'll bite,

hair clip me Ma, come on Ma--

hair clip me Kali Ma.

Don't know where my body

is girl...break yours in dance.

Throw me off, far off...

air out my tongue,

**** the lullabies from my ears,

lick my blades of hair.

Let my eyebrows crawl into

my eyes...to be inhaled by my nostrils.

I only smell you till I get passed the fear.
*Kali is the most wrathful Hindu goddess, she beheaded Shiva.
Onoma
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