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Bright Red Dress (a.k.a. Anima)
She wears the Bright Red Dress, dances on marble table-tops Has that perfect laugh — Head tilted back You know the kind. Yes, she’s That Kind The kind they like to put in slow-motion On the...
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Black Widow
I feel long, spidery-limbs reaching out of the sky Or sitting, Heavy, in the corner of the room Black Lurking She is the Atom Bomb, Dropped But no one can see her venomous, toxic waves of breath...
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Where She Lives
He dug his hands down into the Soul of things And came up empty Awakened, brutally, to the Other Side Disillusioned, now Afraid Bitter like the dry dirt caked up his arms From the constant digging She...
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Gone Girl (aka “She Cray”)
Bustling, Running, Scurrying about… Where did your femininity go? You toss it out the window with all the other Unimportant things? Like Being, Loving, Nurturing Took hold of what matters most, eh?...
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