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with a coat of spleen, she ravishes
her prey in soft velvet folds, blankets
piled high enough to hide her latest
kill-a monkey with a bank account
and a sense of humor like a stone.
She carves her adventures in ancient
elephant skins and paints pictorial
pornography on a baby tiger's fur.
Her cave: a pack rat's dream of cars
and testicles, trophies mantled in gay
colors and browns to match her skin.
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