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May 2013
Writing poetry is like
making love to a woman
whose moans awake
sleepers in adjacent rooms.

Each verb thrusts into
the bent-over orifices
of the human heart.

Each line seeks to impregnate
the womb of the receiver.

And after enough time and
attention one will ******.

The question is, will you wear
a ******?
Joshua Martin
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   Elizabeth Wilson
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