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Poetry From An Occupied Land
I press my teeth
I keep my breath stopped
I bite my finger
to win the torture
Thats how I learnt
how to live with torture.
They rape me
They use all of my body holes
for their pleasure.
Now I smile
when they come
I have conquered
my pain.
Do not forget me
I am your sister
your daughter
your mother
your fiance
From an occupied land.
poem
by
Devil Poet
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