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MILKFLOWERS
...Thus,
when the baby is tucked in his cradle,
I lick my lips and kiss your milk-annointed breasts
until my mouth is glazed with the purest sugar,
then knead from each nipple one additional drop to dry,
and begin, all down the trellis of bones,
to paint your skin with invisible roses.
Robert WRIGLEY
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