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Playing Thin, Thin and Loose
Notch in my bedspot
Hush Down
I carry you around tonight
Those things I never told you
No matter the lonely hope
Nobody to remind us of humanity
Starting small
We might kiss
In that way people kiss whilst awaiting
Hush down
I did it again
Fucking hatred from pore to bone
I can erase you with one more fuck
Your face a memory which each thrust
Your voice a...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:43 pm
Tips for my Daughter, How not to get raped, pt1
There is a time to please, to appease, to apologise
For the tease, for existence
To apologise for the breasts, and the audacity
To want ownership, to be landed gentry of the manger
To pray less than politely for a lack of invitation from
The testosterone laden entitlement
When you trust him, the deceit still sits
In that firm space between gender specifications and stereot...
Monday 2nd May 2016 10:40 pm
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