Questions......... As I begin To understand myself, I am able to journey As a pussy-willow Spotted skin man, In naked view Of questions. I will admit, though, I am an addict, Desperate to know, - But you won't find me, At nervous knife point, Bleached face, Cracked corner mouth, Murder eyed. In dumpster dead alleys, Stabbing you, Bleeding the truth From your liver. Cleansing knowledge. Or, Raping my way Through your Polk-a-dot cocktail dress, And after bar Breath panties, and Into your terror womb, To sprout, in our son The answers. No, you won't find me Like that, Behaving like a man. It'...
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