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Virgin Poetry

 

I ponder the edge of this paper, and its face

Virgin, pleading to be fulfilled, as any virgin

White in its purity, but it cuts deep and clean

Fibers filling with the red of my soul

The words scream in agony and despair

Such are the poems that transform this page

 

 

 

 

 

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