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To
a Jewish Yogini
You're
deep blue eyes and meaty lips,
seem to be in righteous exodus, a sure
attitude that was changed, as the twelve
tribes left India and compassionate
survival became a tax on your limber
limbs.
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The
Dance of Gladness
What
lies behind us and before us
are tiny matters compared to what
lies
within us, the spilled nectar,
those sweet puffs of God, and your
tongue
lurks behind such hidden
places in this most joyus of
gladnesses.
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Deaf
Destruction
You
are devestating with your ripening
breasts,and
thin veneers, the camera
clicks,
the hidden desires of the
strongest
race, your afflictions
are
life's traps, the bones of flesh,
the
destructive deafness delivered to
you
in a great hurry.....
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