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Bar B. Doll
Bar B. Doll makes a killing Feeling, Feeding, Depleting. Those boys they come running To the Bar Stool which is spinning Counter clockwise With a Cheshire smile she stands tall. Stilettos on a canvas...
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In Memory of a Vital Composition (1981-unknown)
Tangible existence Shall naught— At the loss Of U and Y? Metabolic essence Tethered limbic— Systems reincarnate Verbs Creativism tumbles Vowels O lovely E’s Burden I’s— Alternating space Feathered...
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Seductive Transgression
Arousing flesh with Fingers caress, sliding— Softly branding gentle Skin—exuding pheromones, They linger lightly on her brow Breath forms sound Pleasurable melody Heartbeats— Pulsations pound Silence...
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The Shelving of Charlotte Bronte
Nowhere else, but here can shelves hold space inside astronomy, can lives be held in hands, while consumers saunter eagerly— through pages of Cosmopolitans and displays of sexuality. Why, even our...
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The Baptism of Scarlet’s Silence
Verbal violations Crimson colored—adjectives Bleeding unto her words The shades reminiscent— Of the darkness in her eyes Outlines of yesteryear Her suggestive sins Linger in the mirror Morphing...
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My Father, The Tree
By: Judith Joyce, The Sun Magazine For years, whenever we spoke on the phone, he would ask, “So, do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Dad,” I’d say. “I’m a lesbian.” “Well, maybe you should think about...
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