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Слушать(AI)Buying The Whore
You are the roast beef I have purchasedand I stuff you with my very own onion.
You are a boat I have rented by the hourand I steer you with my rage until you run aground.
You are a glass that I have paid to shatterand I swallow the pieces down with my spit.
You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,searing the flesh until it's nice and juicy.
You stink like my Mama under your braand I vomit into your hand like a jackpotits cold hard quarters.
Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974) was an American poet known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Pr
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