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Aug 15
The audacity
Of your tongue
To be shaped like a flower
But to speak like a serpent

The animosity
Of my chest
It heaves each time your near
You pollute my very air

Disgust and contempt
Don't begin to explain
How much I seeth
When I hear your vile name
Written by
Nikita  26/F/New Zealand
(26/F/New Zealand)   
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