ContortionA Poem by PlacentaHere I stand,
Bare, ........Believing, There you are, always decieving. I wait for you without complaint, While you twist and torture, Oh, convincing saint! I throw myself onto the ground, Careful not to make a sound, While you beat me brutally, Why can't you simply love me? © 2010 Placenta |
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Added on May 9, 2010 Last Updated on May 9, 2010 |

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