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Jan 2011
the mangled silver
  (her humeral jousts bangled a glimmering
charming wreck)
dancing lively wrists
jouncing purposelessly
   in the havoced quarters
(the shopping mall fooded court
                                                         )
she pasted me vocally inquiries
           i'd not answer
                                        dreaming sweetly           of her most
and
             naked
    whispering
PK Wakefield
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