How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the...A Poem by Hannah DavenportI had a dream I turned you on so fast there wasn't time to hide it. Suddenly, a secret part of you available to public scrutiny -- and you recoiled, as if hoping to imagine it away. In that moment, fear-stricken, silent, you became yourself again: a boy, shocked and amazed by your own body and I -- I who had loathed this fierce appendage for catering to Lust's critical concepts of value -- I recognized a beauty in your blood, witnessed the creation of one-hundred-thousand lives and gained appreciation for the world between your legs. © 2008 Hannah DavenportReviews
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1 Review Added on October 15, 2008 AuthorHannah DavenportSaint George, UTAboutMy name is Hannah. I graduated from a performing arts high school in May 2008, and am now working on an integrated studies BA (theatre/English). Ultimate goals include the Iowa Writer's Workshop, and .. more..Writing
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