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Thursday 1 October 2015
POETRY: "HE STOOD NAKED"
"HE STOOD NAKED"
He stood
Naked
And incapable
To toss
The spiders
Away.
The rope
Left marks
On his wrists.
Her snakes hugged
His feet
But he could only
Taste the flames
Of pleasure
In the back
Of his throat.
~A
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