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Back the Hell Away from My Blood Hut, Joseph

Joseph, do not stand there and
gaze upon my private garden 

as it ripens. Safety invoked,
gate locked, the Cosmic Wheel 

makes me to flower, and through 
cold & through heat I menstruate.

Back off or I will scream. 
Posted 03/22/14
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