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WE MIGHT HERE CONSIDER WHETHER ALL HUMAN FORMS ARE NOT EQUALLY BEAUTIFUL
Mediocre and holy we loved each other
Sat in from the rain
The world not yet
Anything could have scurried under our underpants
Hanging as it were
Time in the grips of fetuses
Mothered, we opened the paper
Look
My mother and father we said
In bed we laughed because our mothers and fathers were not there
On the curved pleather we read the paper
Seeds in the cracks of my jeans
Kiss me
Kiss me
Posted 10/18/11
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