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04-10-2010, 03:05 PM
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How Do You Identify?:
my initial continuing contradiction Preferred Pronoun?:
she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians Relationship Status:
to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one 
Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background
Posts: 19
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You look a sight, sure you look great Your stocking seams, not even straight And that old faded dressing gown Your hair in curlers hanging down What could I have been thinking of Was it with you I fell in love Are you the girl that could inspire A heart with passion and desire I gaze at you in sheer despair And see your Mother standing there In front of strangers you're the same You don't mind putting me to shame You contradict each word I say Why, you would turn night into day You like to hurt me when you can I'm just a rug and not your man I hit the jackpot, yes, I know You've let yourself go I couldn't hate you if I tried I really want you by my side So try, try and be the girl I knew Let's really start our love anew I want to hold you in my arms And then surrender to your charms Let there be fire, not just a glow Come close to me, let yourself go
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I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket and the dildo that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken bitch, in order to ruin what love I was given, [. . .] I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty to know wherein lies the beauty Kim Addonizio |
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