Golden Vagina? Poem by Thomas Case

Golden Vagina?

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She acted like her vagina was
made of gold.
And
that my heart was to be
bought and sold.
And
that I would bow to
that wet alter and
sell my soul.
She was
wrong though—it's not
for sale;
not for any price;
not even if her
vagina were made of
gold.

Golden Vagina?
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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