Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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I see us huddled together, crying.
Hiding. Tormented little girls
Eager to push it away
While it pushed in to us.
Pathetic little whines,
And looks of confusion.
Two little girls...
Undeserving of the attention
Forced their way,
Without being asked.

7-1-11


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