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May 2010
you said to me in November of two thousand and six
that I was separated from other women
by the joy in my motions
and my genuine lust, not fettered by guilt
or glazed over with obligation
plus, you toothied up at me,
your ***** is grrrgeous
but in may of two thousand and eight
when we bumped into each other at a concert
you called me Katherine
Written by
Kathleen Mavourneen
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