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I love Bambi when a hunter shoots Bambi’s mother I hide under the seat until the movie ends My mother holds me whispers she’ll never leave I don’t know that love is my mother I only know her perfume     her…

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I Don’t Care that I’m silhouetted by fire or gold is the color of my back- drop. When a man drops in on me like a drink at the bar—only exotic with pomegranate juice or cassava or the acrid tears…

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