Art, Poetry
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Reverse Cowgirl

she bent over twice

tho she refused to sit forward

because she knew she could see

the cut of my face…

and tho i obliged…

it haunts me everytime…

because i know she saved it for someone else

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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