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Sep 12
***** sheets
twenty dollar hotel room
she has
fire red hair
stained yellow teeth
reeks of last nights gin
and when she
opens
her legs
I see God

everything
is perfect
we have
nothing to say
an ode to Bukowski
Written by
Alicia  42/F/Southern California
(42/F/Southern California)   
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