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For Roxanna Summers, on her birthday
She leans back, with her legs crossed, her black-clad form blending easily with the dark office chair, holding the paper before her with such carelessly elegant regality that we think she must be the Queen of Poetry.
Line after line flows from her excessively reddened lips, her white teeth stringing them together with rolling consonants, forming the vibrations that rise from her warbling throat into words that spiral languorously in the air, like the smoke of he
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Vulgar silver and gold are dead, while those of the Philosophers are full of life. -Paracelsus
Be warned!!!
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Andy Leggett, do you want to appear on this site too?!
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i am only me
comment on my gallery
that rhymes apparently
BE WARNED
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i am only me
comment on my gallery
that rhymes apparently
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Godly-Effect
Care enough to commission?
Note me!
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Raise your fist, sistah!
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