- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Quilin
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Part of the psychic poem project. If this touches you, please let me know.
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Queer beat down
Under their tires of doom they crushed my body into nothing more than mere dust
Innocent of knowing anything about my disappearance they claim
Let me urge you now to believe nothing at all of what they say to you about that awful night
I beg you please not to let my soul go hanging on in this endless limbo of pain and regret
Nine yards to the West
In the Kilmore Woods
That is where you shall find the proof you need to bring my killers to justice at last
2008 Ramona Thompson
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