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I hear you up here as Goddesses and Gods
I hear you up here killin’ it
And I can only feel
My own mediocrity
Be..
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Our story starts on an uneventful afternoon in the mall. Cinderella was shopping with her stepmother, MaryJoLisa, and her stepsisters, Stacy and Josan..
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No Disclaimers
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Earlier this week, I was riding the bus-- heading home to spend a 25 minute lunch with some soup and my own space-- when, on the metro, I encoun..
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No Disclaimers
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"Because beards were never cool",
Thought Peter,
Standing overRussia and his desk,
Clutching the scissors
Who were facing his face.
Westernizat..
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The sweet panacea stroking my inner throat,
Intruding my core,
Lilts me to my left--
Lilts me to disconsonance.
A tintinnabulation of maracas ..
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Her cheekbones
Are raised to such a level
So as to hold tall
Her heavy brain.
Her metallic decorations,
Adorning her ears,
Reveal a touch of ..
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Resting on the strong pink petals of the Sindoor tree, in the thick humid darkness, Malaya sits with her beauty. She lives in a Queendom of bees deep ..
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Big Juicy Lips
Earn her nicknames
At teenage parties
Pink and plump,
They entice
Any drunken jock
Or hazed lesbian
In..
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