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Movement stirs within womb of thought; spellbound in fluid sac, fetally curled in warmth; neither blooming in mind or heart as host is indecisive; concept mote. mind blank; confused as... dubious action causes shame, bearing of birth unwanted; incestuous violations, sexually abused as crimson feather blooms within body too young to blush; thoughts in flaming anger flushed. drenched in attrition... passionate disdain of horrid disgust; in hand, hanger of mass destruction; a fetal demise plays against familial distrust, inside mind combusts; a finger pointed, says, young eyes beguiled and flamed their lust. innocence stolen.. in back alley clinic, I extract what is just, aftertaste, body refuting life flushed; pysche destroyed, used like someone's toy, chastity drained from eyes; no longer angelic; turned cold and coy, ambivalence to destroy. devious ploys invade anima of woman-child, turned frigid of emotions; used and abused, even though given emancipation rights; making fledgling choices; in voices, now foul-tongued. still young.... dumbfounded within... yet, fetally unsprung...
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
Spellbound
Movement stirs within womb of thought; spellbound in fluid sac, fetally curled in warmth; neither blooming in mind or heart as host is indecisive; concept mote. mind blank; confused as... dubious action causes shame, bearing of birth unwanted; incestuous violations, sexually abused as crimson feather blooms within body too young to blush; thoughts in flaming anger flushed. drenched in attrition... passionate disdain of horrid disgust; in hand, hanger of mass destruction; a fetal demise plays against familial distrust, inside mind combusts; a finger pointed, says, young eyes beguiled and flamed their lust. innocence stolen.. in back alley clinic, I extract what is just, aftertaste, body refuting life flushed; pysche destroyed, used like someone's toy, chastity drained from eyes; no longer angelic; turned cold and coy, ambivalence to destroy. devious ploys invade anima of woman-child, turned frigid of emotions; used and abused, even though given emancipation rights; making fledgling choices; in voices, now foul-tongued. still young.... dumbfounded within... yet, fetally unsprung...
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
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