Poetic Protest To Rape
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James McLain
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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.
My parts are some prize.
For some unknown control.
Please give me back what you stole.
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