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I had horrible dreams of her last night of a Mother red haired with soft hands and fine skin that demand her two boys' respect or the cunning not to be caught in contempt of her as she doesn't mind burying her head in the sand if they kiss her before she slips under her dune comforter and sleeps for a selfish safe-keeping with a smile but is the kind of lady who pins her lip corners on her cork board cheeks daily like a cast list while she cooks turkey for all cleaning the wishbones before her plate to use as window-sill ornaments until her kids come home so they might fly or at least not to waste the magic on herself but they hide blocks away in the parking lot shadow of the auto-repair shop's spinning sign from the Sun and sky
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Jocasta / Murderess