We are born into this world with all its bombs and birdsongs, diseases and deities, poverty and purity, blizzards and beauties. Born into criminals and kissers, debtors and creditors, snowballs and sleezeballs, greed and generosity. Born into freedom and detention, killers and killjoys, flowers and fault lines, pocket change and climate change. Dancing, singing, weeping, raging. Slaving, building, crushing, creating—the beauty and brawl of it all.
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bewitching I don't think I shall ever see a poem as wicked as your eyes that danced and glanced and hypnotized and seemed to look at fan...
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Sunset Blur Hands rough as old rocks Heart cold as a frozen sidewalk Slippery as lice Big butt Short shorts Large breasts Low top Who am I? ...
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