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Anna Lee Thompson
Poems
Sep 2013
I can't recall my sister's ******'s name.
When people hear ‘blurred lines’
they think it’s a wonderful song
full of sensual enjoyments.
I only hear the story my sister told me
once four years ago
when her ****** got her drunk
and took away her innocence.
I don’t understand when people
are so ignorant that they don’t see
the lines
and why they try to blur them.
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