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Dec 2011
all i'm left with is this lonely sacrifice
keep wringing me out drop by drop
spill the rest on the cold, tile floor
your infinite ignorance
and your constant unwillingness
crush this bovine heart.

spare a measly second or two, fine sir
strip yourself of that ******* and angst
wipe out your obvious masquerade
inhibit and curb those short-comings
conquer those tedious tensions
please, open and flaunt your vault.
Richelle Leigh
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Richelle Leigh
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   M P Hill
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