Angela Topping

THE LAST QUEEN My sisters, deep in our cells, are still feeding me. But I know I will be their last queen.The succession dies with me. My...
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Angela Topping

Imagine being / Master of the Stool, having to wipe / that gargantuan arse.../ ...Think of that face// glancing towards Tower Green, as Anne / prepared to bare her innocent neck, / then turning away, to go and marry Jane.

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