Tag: anthologies
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Glamorously she walked out of the bedroom Virgin feet on the cold wood virgin floor She looked through the window; The window which faces nowhere In her silent look; She soliloquized 99 questions, but no one heard Idea captured her…
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You never said: do it yourself My blood tissue infested with; I can do it without you virus In my pride: I became a disciple of Frederich Nietzsche Our creed: You are dead You remain dead We have killed you…