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<title>Kali</title>
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<description><![CDATA["But I am never broken, 


defeated in a crumble 


at your feet, completed 


only by a man to steady 


my weak, weak knees 


dancing circles beneath 


little women pleasantries."


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<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 15:03:55 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Chapter 1 : who knew women could be sentient?</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 12:49:05 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[	I am no trophy wife 


or girl-child in disguise. 





My hands have seen more 


clay and sea, than any 


man's dirty thighs. 





You see, 


I'm not the everyday, ordinary 


lillium. You would find poison 


in my kiss, beneath my tongue. 





I can't be some inarticulate, 


woman drone. Who knew 


women could be sentient, 


more than arm jewelry 


out for loan? 





I can be fierce - 


with dainty hands ripping 


at the sky and a voice 


rippling shivers along your 


spine. 





And I can be lovely, 


sweet like pomade, 


the sugar rim along your lips, 


frail twisted glass glittering 


in dew and smiles. 





But I am never broken, 


defeated in a crumble 


at your feet, completed 


only by a man to steady 


my weak, weak knees 


dancing circles beneath 


little women pleasantries. 





So quieten a moment, 


sit back and relax, this 


woman may be crass but 


she will never sit silent, or 


a perfect doll domesticated 


for shimmer and shine. 





I, like the soil between 


your toes and cat tails 


in the tide, cannot be 


owned or tamed, but only 


asked and if you're kind 


I may oblige.  


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