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My children tickle me to laughter
My children tickle me to laughter, tricking the famine in our bellies…
Read morePulling on the pants, she's neutered
Pulling on the pants, she’s neutered. Does it matter that she loves her breasts, even bound? She stares at her cheekbones. “I’m still here.”
Read moreNewfound song, don’t leave me
Newfound song, don’t leave me without a struggle. I possess this elegance. Rags of the old time on fire now humming wonder from fear.
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