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Dishwaters Poems - Poems about Dishwaters


Whims
...A hot tongue, voodooed soul. Determined, a small and nameless bird. My teeth, my teeth too shy for bones, My words too old for stones. My spine lights for batten eye, a half-shoulder caramelling......

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Categories: dishwaters, adventure, humor, love, nonsense,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things