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As If Bullets. . . (The poem)
I have been in the shadows with men Known their loneliness Kissed, held and touched it – tucked slightly behind their prostate My first boyfriend kissed as though bullets were coming through bedroom walls His narrow hips grinding against mine … Continue reading
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As If Bullets . . .
This post started out as a poem. It isn’t complete in any sense. It is, rather, a series of thoughts put together with a poem rounding it all out. One of the most devastating and tragic effects of the human … Continue reading
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