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Apr 2013
I wonder
what training bras train us for –
could it be smiles of blood between our thighs?

Or the Olympics, that special woman sort
where everyone loses and men
are given
our prettiest offering.

We need training bras like we need them –
nothing wrong with growing grapes.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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