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FEATURED IMAGE by oatsy40 They were Drops of oil In my water bowl Artificially colored I always held My velvet tongue Tight between my Teeth My loins have Burns & bruises Blue & black in Negative film When you spread Me against a Source of light I break the law I lost the keys To this pretty mess So I climb in & out Through the Windows Wrapped in My cellophane I thought it’d be Easy to be Righteous You could serve Me on a silver tray For supper & still I could sew myself Closed But too much oil … Jatka artikkeliin Soap