debra pitchpaw
debra pitchpaw
she was the girl in black, as a matter of fact, 1
she was the girl of records; 2
her paws were stained with her own, 3
her words were full of letters. 4
remember? that was the winter that was no winter at all. 5
debra stormcloud of thousand oaks 6
was raised on needles’ eyes and magpie sighs 7
with one hand in the velvet box 8
and one hand in the spokes. 9
those were the mistaken summers. sure, you remember. 10
she was the girl who was to come along, 11
she was the winner by sheer correspondence, 12
the para-legal matched pair of halves 13
carries the chromosome prize in sweet briefs 14
and she packs a hell of a preponderance. 15
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