by Mary Kasimor
the
breathless WHisper
BREATHless
secrets
ARound my SELVEs
THE
men pinnED me
down
to examine LISTS TATtooed
onto
my skin
I
WAS
an
original butterFLY
they
took my WINGs
&I
COllapSEd into a synthesized
SEA
there
were ENDLESS products before
the wordS WERE found
the wordS WERE found
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Mary Kasimor is a regular contributor to this blog.
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