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Nov 2012
I saw you on the stage today
covering your *******.
You looked like me in some sad way,
bruised white thighs and bony chest.
I saw you on the stage today;
my belly filled with dread:
You looked like me, but gimmicky
and grimly oversexed.
(c) KEP, 2012

more stone(d) soup
Karen Elena Parks
Written by
Karen Elena Parks  Arlington, TX
(Arlington, TX)   
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