Gale L. Mccoy
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a wallowing familiarityA Poem by Gale L. Mccoya sorrow all consuming swallowing my limbs rendering me still for now till it spits me back up and rests while I make up for lost time to do al.. |
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Doll's GiftA Poem by Gale L. Mccoydefeated in battle her legs the price a warrior lays dying before a grand golden cage a doll looks down at her from within, eyes unblinking her .. |
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PrismA Poem by Gale L. Mccoyyou have a soft face and a breakneck smile seen one way only to turn and be another fractile and shifting like a prism of a million cuts get use.. |
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