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Sunday, August 03, 2008

Stretch marks at the pool

pool-grass
beach towel 
parkfield

sun dripped
shadows 

she bent over my belly:

"Your stretch marks are like fire"

I opened my eyes:

"I like that image"

thinking, hot as hell, 
smiling

Proudly to all three:

"I got these gifts from all of you."




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