James McLain Rape Poems

The eyes is it the eyes are they mine.
The way home for most is the same.
When I'm busy with thing's that I'm not.
The fear the unknown all the rest.
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Exiet final curtain scene right.
Left of the middle,
while her lovng husband's away,
raped Lucretia virtuous tarkoinios Sextus,
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Bad sex it only was unable to walk away
I have scrawled
as I crawled across enemy lines, I call.
Isolated self identified
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In court nothing's left out.
Being second guessed by the ignorant public
to many Judge's now are.
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Once I was beautiful
I had friends
looking down on what
I once was
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Mazes of trails only they know.
Where some go the blind,
cannot follow.
Isles of cardboard boxes,
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