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“The Frightened Pubic Mound”
The frightened pubic mound denuded by lies in pain’s crotch, the thorns separated from the cotton, I’ve been there and back; why do these twisted hallucinations subdue me, soothe me, raise me, my back to the wall a moment before the shooting, my hands in the air, I surrender, I’m not here at all, just don’t hurt me sir, I’m innocent, I haven’t done anything, Take pity, pity.
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