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in your turtle shells. and monet purse. etiquette brows are flooded with the finger-play of sunshine. the fall that fell. smoking cigarettes and sweat. and a nation proud. of our queer and lost. of our nipples and rust. of the moon flake curtains. of the wind of the blacks. and catechism blues. the jazz of coal. the white of slate. the new republic crawls. the gods asleep. the demons dead. our times of cheer. at the empire state. we celebrated love. the love of blues. and carousel cheers. dancing hums of the fragile birds. flightless yet. senseless yet. loveless yet. they were barred from loving men. they were scarred for nipples love. for the breast caress. the narrowed, oppressed and the vagina squeal. it is one. the salt and flake. the memory lanes of governance. fold the rug. in half. quarter. eigth. and more. going lilt. put away the sound of steel. the revolver bruise. the right to die. the right to froth. the right to choose between. god and soul. soul and love. love and abomination of a power-hungry aphrodisiac. this taint of man and melody of peace. unite in an epithet of the accepted. the acceptance. of preach and teach. the children of tomorrow. their mothers milk and fathers pen. the right to destroy. despite your god. despite your soul. despite the passion of the one-only. the in and out of blood and life, is mine and mine alone.