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Their Muscles Twitch
There is no reason for you to wait.
Or wish to have your bitterness,
Reflect upon the faces...
Of those who laid obstacles,
On your path to detour your fate.
Those evil bitches need not burn at the stake!
Or have one driven through their hearts,
To make what they've done wrong...
Righted in your eyes.
Those evil bitches now have minds on fire!
With guilt that shames.
And sitting in pain that will not for them subside.
Rid yourself of that bitterness.
Their muscles twitch!
Twisting them into fits!
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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