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05-18-2011, 08:47 AM
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
I slept with your mother last night
but something just didn't feel right
and there in between us
was something ha-ee-nous:
Your father. I effed him for spite.
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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