sugar crust or
cocaine icing -on skeleton boughs
like wonderous roe deer's legs-
coal! twisted- i wish i could
lick you off but instead-. coward
fear for my safety- play snowball
with the folk army, God is with us woman
and the Sabine woman, shattering
windows and walls of the lame family
woman's cubicle
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