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You are raping my virgin poems

she was innocent
smiling coyly
talking sweet
hugging softly
winking happily
and tasting lovely
they raped the poem girl
they took away her frock
and untied her petticoats
and tore apart her panties
and forced her to lie
upon a thorny bed
and mantled upon her bleeding core
and made her weep and sob with grief
the new genre of poets
they in the name of poetry
rape her and loot her beauties
and stuff with vulgar weeds
my dear poet virgin
adulterated in the hearts of men
who call their creations poetry.

poem by Lalitha Iyer
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