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I, hybrid, between those usuals of the mating game
do some approximations; my love is pity for fallen women.
my love is real. . .
Womb! You inspire me tonight
and to my cot nakedly again
I ache; it will come out, the love
handily for Her AngelWithin
domestically damaged
homeless as God and I am all Penitents are
surrendering for all that Power. . .
I am womanly, I feel in my woman--
See the inverted pyramid" What I have become
I love
CurvesCorporate that Estrogen Creates
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Regard! Some look of Woman,
the-man withdrawing. . .
Goodbye, man! I never did like you. . .
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