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Jul 2013
You
French made jacket
faux-hawk fancy free
dancing gait tiptoeing
dreaming of the sea

mumbling, musing
finally light and free
hollowed out and yet
engorged with intricacies

sloping, sweeping
eyes glued to me
dripping sweetness
and sensitivity.
Elizabeth Roth
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Elizabeth Roth
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