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April 11, 2015

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Parallax Femme. {poetry}

    C’mere, she says, lip and forefinger. Here is, depending on your looking-line, a brilliant stone, a mercurial moonbeam. How to play in her light, how to stay in her sight, how to dance without fright. Because Bam! Hot Damn! Dragon daughter, mother lover, quiet queen, She’s a  ...

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