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you held me, tightlyin the black and white nightbetween worldsher bedtheir old bedroom, postersstill taped above my head.they were beautifuland coldwe..
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you did not growin my womblittle frogsborn of lovemaking.i did not feel the flutterof your being.when you were borncut openon the operating table.no h..
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maturing to womanhood,finallyat the age of twenty three.body ripe from my son,jewel in my noseimages adorning my body.when i was a girli was awkwardan..
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you stood me up, last night,though you didn't know it.eight years since our lips last met,i remember you so well,shaggy hairbright blue eyesbicycle sw..
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lately i sit, idle,yet not idle - poisedtuned to the monitor in the kitchenand a baby's cries.then later-stroking that sweaty, suckling headfeeling th..
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baby boy,our eyes met and you were made.the world realignedto make a place for youand your new little storywe braced ourselves--of all the things you'..
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hello, babylittle salmonflickering life against my fingertips.your father's palm,warm and comfortingyou wriggle with joy.little motherwith birds on he..
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there's a man who loves me,in his own way.though i am nothing like the shining childof his memory.i left the housewhen he entered it again.i'll always..
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the thief and the heartbreaker,the pale and beaten loverthe beautiful musingsof a city wanderer.barely containing his energyhe shines so bright.the re..
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i want him to know the inside of me.kiss the spot beneath my ear,concealed from viewand tug gently on my hair.want those eyesarrestingand touches, lin..
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