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Mar 29
When the smear of filth spreads across the wall,
Dragged by yet another bilious hand,
I wish that they would in an instant fall,
Dropping dead in the very spot they stand.

I feel no guilt though I am not a violent soul.
I mourn the casualties of their callous hate.
Longing only to end the crushing toll,
I curse their lives and hope bloodthirsty history to sate.
Josie Stewart
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Josie Stewart  30/Trans Female/Georgia, USA
(30/Trans Female/Georgia, USA)   
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