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the lunes of
her fingernails spell out hunger,
stomach in purse.

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his fingers read
the braille of her breasts,
her body thought.

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she watched papers
fall from the sky, perfume
soaked love letters.


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little house on
the prairie nightgown, she has
misplaced sex dreams.

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she spoke in
somnambulist dreams, fuck me. yes,
yes, jesus approves.