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Opens up, the distance
Alone, the truth unveils
Kisses to the breast and lips
Disgust, the inner wails

To talk to self, no option
To other, further still
Rots away, survival
Inner hope, inner pain kills

Dirt dried to skin, irremovable
In blood stream, busy flows
And time stands still in this tight cocoon
Where pain reigns, victims go




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The following comments are for "Victims (of rape, just to warn)"
by A. Cain

Ugh!
This triggers and ironically aids in releasing disgust of my own...I love that word "disgust":) The last two lines were favored. Namaste~

( Posted by: satori [Member] On: October 20, 2003 )





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