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About herI tried living with a man, once,
tried being the little princess, his little world.
Sweet rabbit, baby, apple, said he,
You shall feast upon my soul,
devour my words, a preamble of my love.

Sir, replied I, call me Comrade and scratch me from your eye,
Give me silence so that I may grow thin from,
Mixed messages, incoherence.
Onyx colored hate.
So fierce was his heart!

How delightful was his thought,
to wrap me in pink, and hold me in his arms.
So soft, he'd rock my cradle and sing a sweet song.
Papa, did you know I'd stab you 19 times?
the blade was invisible, shiny, and brand new.

I went across the universe, and I hid
Perihelion Your face,
I've known it since I could breathe.
The formulation of delicate,
paper thin lungs,
took but a moment.
And yet, the nourishment of your face
the only thing mother fed me,
the only thing I can remember from the womb--it has lasted years.
I've known it,
I've known!
Little girl,
Eyes wide, staring at the sun--
Quickly, little one, now close them tight--keep them closed, keep them closed!
(A suprise, a surpise!)  
You are the bursting capillaries
against my lids,
the temporary blur of vision,
my sunlit memory.
Your features,
I do not know.
Like a blind man
betrothed to hope and
in love with the
dolorouswhen I was still a girl,
you and I would play a
game,
fingers would spread wide
before entwining into a
fist--
you would sigh 17 times,
oh, humbug! oh, you.
you're just a girl,
you'd whisper in my ear.
doctor you,
make me feel better.
unscrew my head,
reach inside my blouse--
undo these tangled heart
strings--
I will open wide.
hurry, sir, hurry!  
sometimes, I would tell you
it hurt so much,
so you'd come faster.
AttemptThis is,
attempt number four sixty-three,
to tell you just how much,
I,
love--if I complete the statement,
it'll be real.
So far I've ripped up years of paper
and now am left with this
tiny slip.

My small joy,
my sweet oddity,  
I added together
your phone number
and the even sum,
reminded me of your smile.
Cracked lip, chipped tooth,
heavy tongue;
charming.
There is a soft hint
of dimples--

This tiny piece of paper,
on which, I scribble,
is powerful like a papercut,
like your first Hello.
Like your first blowjob.
I wasn't there,
but I can imagine the look
on your face.

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:iconcomrade-kelly:
`mykel got me a Cowandurs! Which was inspired from a late night conversation with `mykel, $chix0r, `bellchild, `kamizu, and `eskirinabsolute and it was totally lovely.

They're all gold nuggets.
Hooray action shots.
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:iconangelmarthy:
~angelmarthy Mar 18, 2009  Professional Digital Artist
Scuzzles for the win!#16
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~IulianB Mar 18, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
almost missed this one, good hiding :D
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~SpazzyDragon13 Mar 17, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Ah, one of the harder pieces. :P
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*SophieHoulden Mar 17, 2009  Professional General Artist
hiding it in an old deviation, I almost disregarded it when I checked the date, sneaky =p
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:iconcomrade-kelly:
`Comrade-Kelly Mar 17, 2009
You caught me! :giggle:
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*T-SLA Mar 17, 2009
scuzz!
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`Comrade-Kelly Mar 17, 2009
:giggle:
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~luckylinx Mar 17, 2009
I got it!! XD
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`Comrade-Kelly Mar 17, 2009
\o/
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~fraterm Feb 17, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
What'll they think uh next eh? MOOOOO. Dammit now I want a cowandur.
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