Exposed
Didn’t you see the tears on my face When you reached out to me, Plucked…
That the smile you see is on my lips. That my heart is full alright…
Nyalano picks at her food like her tongue is sore Avoids my face like I’m…
I’m in the office, alone – past closing hours – Reading Myanmar earthquakes on TIME…
My view, I smile, cry, shudder, weep, For into the souls of men I see…
It is your nipples hardening the moment he calls you to tell you he is…
We were enraged and battle-hardened persons in the field of life But, when they first…
He carried his devirginized penis in his hands to the lab and tried to restore…
Have you ever seen a twig dry and frail – tossed about by wind on…
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