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A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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She closed her eyes,
So she would not see,
The desecration,
Of her holy see,
As fingers crept,
And soft lips teased,
Her being screamed,
Blessed be!
amen thus it was to be
her bermuda triangle
and the mystery
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