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She
- Red Hen Press
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52 She She, she said. It’s a she. Who moves like a seal, her skin slippery, lips lovely. Whose hair exuberates when day comes, waving her dreams against the blue.You I’d dreamed of without knowing, musical fingers, plucking strings, musical thighs.The hidden kiss. Maker of music wherever she walks. The doorways sing as she passes through. She, I say. And me. ...
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