The Spider Songs of Mr. Spector
you make me touch your hands for stupid reasons
April 27th
When a woman is born
a wind resides within her.
Ovulation: the eggpouch pops.
My insides are
pockmarked.
Ladies are we bursting
or howling,
dancing or singing?
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