the cross around her neck was her shield
from her own gypsy air
the lack of polished fingers,
the sealed up black and curling hair
she used to lie in her bed
and wish the one next to her
were someone different
someone like the night, cold and vulger
with caullsed hands peeling white
i looked at more than one woman
as she licked up my chest
leaned my head
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