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Sins which we are
What am I?
A fruitful comrade?
A terrible lie?
And if so, how bad?
I lie awake at night,
Lost in thought,
Troubled by fright,
My stomach in a knot,
Because,
If we are all unjustified
Destined to hell
Blossomed in pride,
With our breasts full of swell,
Swelling with sin
Sin which we nurture
Sin which we bath in
Sin which is our future
Sin whi...
Thursday 21st September 2017 6:26 am
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