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Her Right
Sleeping alone,
the wrath of the Muse upon me
Chilled to the bone,
her deadly silence enwrapped me
From deep in the night,
a stern warning then came
“Your pen is your phallus,
-my right to reclaim”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
the wrath of the Muse upon me
Chilled to the bone,
her deadly silence enwrapped me
From deep in the night,
a stern warning then came
“Your pen is your phallus,
-my right to reclaim”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Her Right
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