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Below the surface she sways,a pale Aphrodite, amphibious before me.Engulfing her infinite, spectrallimbs,the lake falls in loveappointing me the jealo..
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I part my kitchen curtains,
careful not to disturb the plump strawberries
and industrious chickens that wake in a meadow of lace.
Cotton roosters c..
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