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By Star of David Date: 2018 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2018.11.02.06.23.13221]] |
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when I grew up my mother hand-stitched me a dress like a dream layers upon layers of silk and net gold and white and cream my stepfather kissed me hard on the lips and moved his tongue roughly and insistently inside my mouth saying I was grown up now this was his gift men who came later threatened to kill him gnashed their teeth and clenched their fists - yet wanted the same and more. |