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-[what it says]-
un-named city, it was late
the street was lined with thugs.
i mistakenly went
into this very
strange shop
i could smell the bleach.
the room alone, made me queasy
then i noticed the blood had been
cleaned,
but not her body.
and he fucking defiled it.
un-named city, it was late
the street was lined with thugs.
i mistakenly went
into this very
strange shop
i could smell the bleach.
the room alone, made me queasy
then i noticed the blood had been
cleaned,
but not her body.
and he fucking defiled it.
Published 25th Jul 2013
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25th Jul 2013 7:46pm
25th Jul 2013 8:10pm
despite it's
brevity,
this mutha's got some proverbial
meat-on-it's-bones
(eye love thee pixtr of thee po'em aswell)
mitey fine, spacelace
brevity,
this mutha's got some proverbial
meat-on-it's-bones
(eye love thee pixtr of thee po'em aswell)
mitey fine, spacelace
25th Jul 2013 9:14pm
I love the picture, it reflects the poem perfectly.
The contrast, and the sharp, blunt, words,
suit the horror of rape perfectly.
The contrast, and the sharp, blunt, words,
suit the horror of rape perfectly.
Anonymous
25th Jul 2013 10:16pm
You show such promise
Keep on writing
You are following your path...
Keep on writing
You are following your path...
25th Jul 2013 10:33pm
26th Jul 2013 2:41pm
Anonymous
26th Jul 2013 6:31pm
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27th Jul 2013 00:26am
God,you are fucking amazingly brilliant women! Your rad way with words makes me want to discuss your poetry in a coffee shop with you.I am just in awe and pure admiration lady.
