To Hate Love
S Stefanie Fontker
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My soul is unholy,
Though you would eat it
As though I were swine.
Comes evil here, quietly,
Where you are unwelcome.
True is the heart of
The ignorant white knight.
I know how well you follow,
Whispering in repetition
My one hundred and one sins.
Watch not if your sex,
Burns at the sight of
My happy and swollen lips.
Bibles are sharper than knives.
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