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A good write! I enjoyed reading your take on the pic, and to where it did carry you. ")
I felt like I am there while reading your poem. Well done, Willow! Is that you beside the Eucalyptus tree? ")
Duh! Its a Klondike bar. Unfortunately, there is truth in your fiction. The lenghts a person will go for something is unimaginable. Concise, good gut-punches. As always. ")
I can see the poor guy saying: Take my wallet. Please don't kill me. And the rapist goes: Kill you?! He he he
A sensual poem, written with the precision of a master key. Or should I say: Mistress key!