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Saturday, April 6, 2013

water snake





Who could have loved me
bitter and black
my skin a taut sack
of unwanted gifts


Who did not love me
gliding the light
my soft liquid kiss
a quick cursed joy


Who will yet love me
enchanting shudder
taste dragging weed
as I wait for another
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