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Spare me, Circe, your useless spells
revealing the hidden truths
there's no redemption in the trough
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I'm the cold reptile poet
testing with a forked tongue
beyond good and evil
what only your tears can give me
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We'll train our daughters to hate us
Humbert Humbert
but we love young skin
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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Comments (2)
Oooo, I loved the Lolita reference. Fantastic poem!
Nice one!