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Here's another classical (and safe) poem.
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You reach into my womb / You steal the life hidden there / Your hands tear at me / Your fingers poke me / Your nails tear my flesh / I gave
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A sudden flash of blue red pinioned wings / Macaws fly above the forests canopy in bloom. / Their squawking, loud across the jungle rings, / In protest at the fast approaching gloom. / Great trees cras
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Perth's fresh waterways are drying up due to "'development"
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See more of my work at Associated Content Online. This is my life and how I lived in Walden for a while.
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the want... / the need... / the desire... / the pulsations... / I have so much, / which needs to be fulfilled. / A gaping, empty hole / longing for a touch... / or two. / But you deny me this! /by slayersnipponesegirl 14 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 15 8:11 PM 2007. In masturbation, ecological toilet, ecology, david
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