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I dreamt a white Black widow (Free verse) by INTRANSIT She sits like accuracy
on top of a cherry wood desk.
Unvulgar
in calf boots and Fedora,
Her ranging eyes looking out
from her purpled cubicle.
I step in, putting my hands
to her hips.
She pulls me tight and whispers
cockrings and machineguns in my ear,
then releases me and I fall back
a fifty pound spent casing.
Up the ladder:
The And women
Down the ladder:
R.I.P (Epitaphs)
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Posted: July 20, 2004 8:04 AM PDT; Last modified: July 20, 2004 8:04 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.6531434 Overall Rank: 2099 Comments:
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Dovina @ 24.52.157.176
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20-Jul-04/9:41 AM
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Funny! Women rule.
where da white womens be at???
excellent cockrings and machineguns...staccato whispers.
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