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Aug 2016
With a hushed tone,
You whisper humming lies
To sooth my bones,
Yet questions still arise.

Why is it that you watch your jaw?
Where only truth laid impression,
You pressure me with your "perfection"
For what, hope that I'll remove my bra?

Open your mouth wretch, scatter the hornets,
And hope for that one ignorant, *****
Woman to become pierced by your stingers.
I hope for her sake your poison lingers.
Stephen Peters
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Stephen Peters  Baton Rouge
(Baton Rouge)   
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