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Hark the b*****d soulThe elicit mourning cry of the black-wedged widowWeathering wires for Zeus, O mighty footOf all contemptSpears edge to the great,..
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See author's note.
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The evolution of a girl's sexuality from a very young age, tending all the way up until adolescence - seeing as I cannot account for any further. And ..
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Another poem exploring the social ideology pertaining to adolescence.
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See if you can decode the linguistic tricks I put into this one. I'd be very interested to see who gets any part of it! :)
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I am in a zoo. I am a striped lagoon.I am on display.Little girl, why you weep? Little girl,Ears of spears, sharp, blood.Ouch. The men come, to-ing an..
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I am about to call your bluffThe theft on the bulbul's woman's stakeMy heart, a concentrated pulpDispossessed of it's leverage,Calling ransom.I favour..
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Another one for the one I shouldn't, and didn't, really.
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For the man I must routinely pronounce my "father". I hope he reads this someday. We both deserve that much.
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I know it's a fine, fancy delusion -- can I play with it anyway? You, you lazy, sloppy thing, put us all in front of a screen today, and the dark atmo..
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