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The Revolving Door...

she was raised by a psycho father, and a co-dependant mother a revolving door on her house to accommodate all her mothers' lovers' her mother partied large invited all the street strays it was here, the little girl knew, she wasn't straight ...rather different, beautifully gay, these childhood memories can make or break impressionable minds- true love discovered, the spirit uncovered, the adult in the little girl realised, this child grew up wise- she knew instinctively- "...that having legs like margarine was not the thing to be"... to the child, sex was filthy, especially with strange men... so she set out to discover a love devine and found it in a beautiful woman... the child, forgave her mother, the emotional damage that she caused, the daughter vowed and declared to not repeat, her mothers' habits not to use, the revolving door- to know her mind-she left behind all premeditated desire, the little girl recalls the day she stood outside hells gate, if needed she'd use the fire exit- this decision made in an instant eliminating fate...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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