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Laura Harrison Oct 2013
I sting to dance on the anniversaries of my birth
With enlightened trance venom that warmth won't alter
No one hides from the sympathetic understanding of society
or
His naked truth
Choke the pity of emotional bias and release the ceremonial snake
Cue the flutes and set the Tiponi
To dance at the anniversaries of my death

— The End —