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Hobart Harlot
Had chasing salacious not sparked her curious
Outcast student wouldn’t have bothered to goad
Beguile fellow fifteen year old, sordid suggested
Accompany her on dirty double date, get stoned
Recklessly rush into raunchy actions, clueless
Temptation harvests travesty, tender suspended
Hidden in high laughing heart, slick chimera pelt
Adrenaline aces enamour or war around the corner
Ready to frolic,fight, backpacks bulge with bravado
Lurid drunk promenade, concrete jungle hunt fauna
Onyx drawn eyes harden dark, debauchery dealt
Transfers opioids, rapid ricochet carries cruel cargo
30th May
They’ll never get cold
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Sigrid Ermine
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