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Preemtpive Dyslogy for Lilith
by Jon-Jacob F DealA twisted tree who dropped her blighted, bastard fruits,
Then idly stood as boars despoiled them at her roots.
I wish her passing long, and hard, and slow;
I hope she sees each superficial glamour go. So, no--
Beseech me not for civil lies.
I hope she dies, and dies, and dies.
04/11/2009 Posted on 04/11/2009
Copyright © 2025 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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