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By Leslie Sheigh Submitted by LeslieSheigh Date: 2013 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2013.09.09.14.20.11842]] |
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her roses are stained with gasoline and her violets are unmistakably blue the deprivation of purity is all she really knew shes stained with bueauty but with tied knots at the end shes casted with a reputation that has yet to mend shes complimented with words, catch phrases of bigotry she didnt let it seep inuntil he placed his hands on her dignity a touch of crimson flushes through her face entities praise her as the god of discrase Author Leslie Sheigh |