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Look another way Toward dreams My hair is a tangle of black eels Curled up in flowers Contained and blue-tattooed My ******* bare. My legs hidden I kick like a mule My fingernails are talons You cannot contain me In this small Spanish town I am not contained Anywhere I spill out of blue Pluck flowers from the graves of the dead My mouth is not for kissing.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
Self-portrait as Mujer con los brazos levantados, Picasso, 1936
Look another way Toward dreams My hair is a tangle of black eels Curled up in flowers Contained and blue-tattooed My ******* bare. My legs hidden I kick like a mule My fingernails are talons You cannot contain me In this small Spanish town I am not contained Anywhere I spill out of blue Pluck flowers from the graves of the dead My mouth is not for kissing.
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May 2, 2017
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