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Oct 2014
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                                                               ­     ( american woman )

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In the wholeness of the Mansion

The children !

They huddle together

In the broom closet in the basement



A he / thing         & a        she / thing

Sat staring at one other

He pointed to the lump of hair between her legs

WHAT'S THAT ?

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I DON'T KNOW
THERE'S SOME KIND OF HOLE UNDERNEATH IT
IT BLEEDS A LOT SOME TIMES

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CAN I TOUCH IT

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I GUESS SO

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He stuck a finger into the hole and wiggled it
around for a while

Some     stuff     Came out of the hole

YUCK !

& he ran to find some thing to wipe his hand off on

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She leaned against the wall and fell over against the mop

And cut her head

She rested her face in the puddle of blood that was forming

She thought

I FEEL FUNNY !

NOT BAD

I FEEL        NOT BAD !

she lay there on the cold concrete floor
and closed her eyes

NOT BAD !
WELL
NOT TOO BAD !

WELL
NOT    AS BAD !

I THINK I' LL  CALL IT LOVE

she thought



As she turned and started drinking the blood
Written by
jeffrey robin
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