Prudishness
in need of sofas
the
edge of possibility on couches
peeped
above a wooden will.
overrun
searching fairer gaze surly tired
all
day long call with a basket of a smile
if
Venus came I’d mistake her for you
suckled
sun felicity a witch
smolder
the half tell me of the toppled (topless) vision
where
are you ? A few wrong answers back.
flame
concubines sweet look cut back
silver
sisters reticence
filling
mine today falling inaugurates
hanging
stiff in a garden of deceit
baked
of homemade superstitions
under
the sanctions of men
little
domestic gods
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