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May 2010
waiting.
this is my highest compliment to you.
waiting.
In the hot sun in the afternoon.
Vultures and flies buzzing over my head.
when I lay this way
I expose my neck
I allow myself to become your prey

The romance is lost a bit in such situation. Don't you think?
Written by
kali ma
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