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Crimson BricksDense gray smog and crimson bricks. / Sidewalk crawlers pulling tricks. / And here I sit, a man 'mong pricks.

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Dec 10, 2011

Higher EducationI arrived from the monotony and found my own. / Yet the me I knew was ground down to a grain and distributed through books and so-called *critical* thinkers. / All around surrounds the shouts of gender and sex

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Feb 9, 2014

If only they knewIf only they knew what I could do. / What I was worth. / Would they come running in droves, or would they cower in fear, as if unworthy?

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Dec 10, 2011

Paper DollsThere they lay, 16 paper dolls. / Forever entwined. / Hand in hand.

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Dec 10, 2011

What this life is aboutReady sentry / never swaying in a torturously tantric pursuit of love. / Breathing's steady

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Dec 3, 2012

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