for lee i'm cement but behind the buttons on my blouse my heart is bent between fair weather and a woman who may never be a woman who would be me or the smell of women with a recipe all those voices stirring jealousy into the sounds cooking in me well, i lost five seconds to the powers that be and then a man, some man defined chronologically wet in my mind, dripping into the rest of me for your desire distorts, disguises what comes naturally oh, and soft smells from apartment two and some from outside my body brings its smells to what it's tried and some hair is healthy but all hair is dead and i think that's what it's like in my head for lee i'm cement but behind the buttons on my blouse my heart is bent between fair weather and a woman who may never be
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