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Apr 26, 2008
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I'm Truly Sorry
I’m truly sorry,
I really don’t belong here,
a chaste teahouse of January’s New Moon,
I’m always
on the brink
of a Poet’s hell,
testing the waters
toes first,
knowing the rest of me
will soon follow,
you wouldn’t know me if you
saw me,
lusting
like a virgin for an Unknown God,
a temptress from
the Kundalini devastated realms
of Shakti personified,
a Lady of the Sword with no
likely Arthurian candidate,
no legends to lose,
no Lake of recognition,
my bloodthirsty fires
will torment you
into submission,
your pen will spill
with the reddest ink of every woman you
have ever loved.
your heart will open like a rose.
— Kailashana, Apr 26, 2008
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professor
18 years 1 month ago
your heart will open like a rose.
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
Hi Mr. Keith… Please I’m
professor
18 years 1 month ago
Anna
barbsdad2003
18 years 1 month ago
Powerfully graphic ...
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
ur welcome, Chuck. Where
themoonman
18 years 1 month ago
Kailashana...
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
Thanks Richard the Moonman.
themoonman
18 years 1 month ago
No No..
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