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Aug 2013
Why do my friends
pick the man who took my flesh
and ate it like a plum
but was still writhing to get away,
why do my my friends choose
who squeezed my innocence hard against a bathroom wall
and rubbed it till it was red and then gone
why do my friends,
why do my friends,
why do they still like him?
Christine Eglantine
Written by
Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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