Why, the act itself, naked before me Burning away micro-atoms that lust, It’s an endless pit of excessive worry. My soul left to die in this fiery dust. For we who have experienced a rape – It shifts and lingers as a bad odor, By the nape of rape, I cannot escape. Our dimensional windows…
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John G Evans & Paavo Oso Arts 