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The Symbol (Free verse) by Dovina

Hung about her neck A symbol of cruelty blood and death swings above her heart. She’s a gang member’s babe indecent, vicious and punk not to be trusted or hired possibly terrorist probably AIDS else she’d trade that cross for some less gruesome symbol of death— a skull perhaps

zodiac 3-Apr-05/3:36 AM
I'm going to say, "Did you write this poem for anyone other than yourself?" You're going to say, "No." And I'm going to say, "What a load of crap."

I'm tired of this. Can we talk about something else?




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