She rubbed my black neck of wood, murmuring Us can't fly Us can't fly,* mah Tea Cake, mah sweetbread boy Tea Cake. Not long as I'm in this boy's hands, opening a strawberry mouth over his half-smiling stitched lips.
of de colors I saw in mah head swirling after Tea Cake leave mah body’s sweet touch
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