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Feb 2019
Bare

lies in hunger, dust mites
in your ***** hair. Yearns to be
converted to genius. Dances with
devils, alone. Plays

with itself, alone. Swings its bounty breast,
alone. For all to see. Thrusts out
its ******* proudly. Then retracts, back to
normal life never satisfied.
sandra wyllie
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