| over a tunnel of plaiting a kink into her hair her hips shaped exactly like those t.v. sets you had as a kid enrolled very careful bone structure & what she describes to you for the purposes of nightly sabotage as perfect breasts from woolly seams to holy what lonesome |
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Thursday, 15 December 2011
Tags: poetry
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