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The Deflowered Women This time Late of time Ticking refuting forward My breath lay still Timeless Crashing upon the swells Of a woman Seedling Deflowered she The bloom of heart In an ocean of tears Oh what be so This dishearten bloom What be My milk dried depleted From my bosom unnourished My heart raged unbound Why cried she My arms convulsed That was to comfort the born And no pliable reason Was reason enough For a women not to scorn |
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