© Sauce*Box, Spring 1996.
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After
by Orlando
Anaya
Cigarette smoke curls about my lip
mingled with lies
in a foul odor
to defeat the rank order
of my insensation
peace be to the stains
rolling about my
pearly white innocence
I've been away much to long
to feel the pain
that flows so readily
in that clenched fist
prides confusion
and a few tears
always seem to precede
Great Sex
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