african sleeping sickness
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1. in the shower naked he bends to suck milk life urge engulfs we tumble into stream barely able to separate closed in by the enamel fist 2. before the mirror he comes up as i look at myself cups them and squeezes they jump up hard nipples in dance-ritual he’s to my back enters…
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for Lois, deceased he described you as a cracker battle axe but the woman i met was thin and haint-like i spoke to you as little as one can speak to an in-law and get along as did you we never called one another by name converse for the sake of function biding, tolerant whenever…
Tichaona Chinyelu 