Jen Juice

I like to hear through a clear-plated window
Vacant lots of a sober view(s)
Masked men and the benefit(s)
Of reading the new(est) and latest
King of fingered ways
Thoroughly noting signed symptoms
Shackled lip locks and the height
Of the debris
accelerating the alter-ego from a he
to a magnificent she…

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