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snakecharmerA Poem by lkfair warning: ye whose moistened lips grow full and part for tongue-tip flicks,who feel red softness, plump and moist,release hot breath, mouth dark .. |
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Staring down at Eglinton WestA Poem by lkwithout; see previous |
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Subway StationA Poem by lksomething from the Toronto years; inside out to follow |
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a kindling of oakA Poem by lkan old moment now. more may follow |
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