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I wrote this during the summer during this class on poetry I was taking. I think it was supposed to be a story poem or something. My dad completely missed the point and thought it was very dirty. It is not dirty.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 81 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-14-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2764068
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Do you think
She stretches her arms across his chest
Do you think they know? About us?
She lays back, drunk on love, freedom, autonomy
Small fingers on a dirty shaft, she drives it down and down
Honey, she says, You're staining the sheets
She rises and washes her scarlet-stained hands in the shit-stained hotel sink
From the bathroom, I love you, dear
He is silent; he loves her too
As blood drips onto the thin, cardboard carpet
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