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Dec 2014
As I remember how her lips felt as they plowed through the barriers of my insisted claims of heterosexuality I cannot help but think,
without falter...


but this isn't why I'm a feminist.

My attachment to her,
my fellow female,
member of my legion,
has nothing to do with
my squinting eyes
at the
blinking neon signs of
that hangs about all of our heads every day
Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni
Written by
Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni  Green Brook
(Green Brook)   
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