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Apr 2012
streets feel like (with youth crisp faces
dotting them and dainty hands splayed
round tea cups sitting 'neath umbrellas
or walking gently peels with abrupt
naked unlank thighs in Spring(thank
goodness for; who draws from tightly
foiled skin the needing for freshness
air and luminous colours))Girls who
on trim agile calves

                                awkwardly noble

uncoil languorous legions of flesh
PK Wakefield
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