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PAINS MY ACHE
DILEMMA IS BRUISES,
pain my life,
The story I tell.
Monthly it flows,
Red its colour;
Ache in bones
like poliomyelitis.
Masculine runs from me.
WHY ME?WHY ME??WHY ME???
is my lines of thought.
Oh!can you understand my plight?
how could you?
when you are not a feminist.
BLOOD FLOWS,mental torture.
What a pain,
My love goes through,
During her period.
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