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Jan 2013
An ugly creature, writhing in the corner
one eye looks over in disgust, seeing what it really is
for the creature has shown its colors to the fixated, hazel eye
sometimes wavering in the knowledge that he knows she is filth
but always in the end it is the creature
then we have the other eyes
yellow, brown, green, blue, multitudes showering down watching the demon
unfortunately, a spawn of satan they do not see
would they stop cooing and praising
the self hatred building up will soon explode
and glass shards will blind
then they will see what the hazel eye knew all along
and the creature will continue to writhe
in the corner
finally ceasing to inflict unintended pain
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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