Poem: If ya lady was a dime
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I wash men.
I have washed three.
Their folds of lust lift up to reveal a deeper want.
I am-
mother Mary Magdalene
A great many years unzipped.
No need to be like beasts.
They crouch and they are cared for.
Back when life was a long line in the distance.
Back when the sun streamed and they saw particles in the air and didn’t think of scantily clad women.
Back when being cared for was the only pleasure.
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