
Global hunt for child-sex suspect
my face is a whirlpool
of pain
I thought you were allowed
to have sex with boys
in cambodia
I thought that's what
cambodia is for
I thought my head
was an eraser
I'd erase myself in boys
Having had little luck placing my poems in print publications, I've decided to post my poems here as I write them. I also hope to tell people about poetry and help them find other good poets. This blog is for people like me who just can't get enough of words.
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