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Mar 2012
god how i loathe them

those beautiful
          dead
          insane
          female poets        you so Adore...


they touch you in places

i feel

i cannot reach


how i wish they would rise from the dead
                      
become ugly
               sane
               inane

im not sure if you want to **** them

or become them

both
i think
About jealousy and envy both of which can consume like cancer
Eileen Prunster
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Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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   K Balachandran
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