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The Younger Brother of Miss. Covet
Contributed by
MuhammadShanazar
on
Sunday, 8th April 2007 @ 02:28:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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I make Her smile,
Though tears shine on Her face
I make Her sing, I make Her dance,
Dance ball and ballet with high feet,
I make Her sell the elegance of Her being,
I make Her allow others touch,
Her soft sacred treasure,
I make Her allow others mix
Impurity into pure chaste existence,
Play with Her like a toy,
I make Her do the whole thing,
Though hateful and disgusting,
For I am Mr. Gold:
The younger brother of Miss. Covet.
Copyright ©
MuhammadShanazar
... [
2007-04-08 14:28:56] (Date/Time posted on
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