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Rape Poem To End All Rape Poems
Lindey Mitchell WIlliam
we were in his room, after the party, lights dim, a few drinks in and then everything was warm and smoothed over, then this moment quickly punctured by supposedly sweet whispers that felt like barbed wire. Trust me.Oh come on. Dont you love me. His hands pushed me back.
WARNING: Its that time again, Time for another Rape poem. The audience sighs, just back in their seats. oh boy you say, these bitches are about to go on. on about rape and pain. and no. i said no. he didnt listen. and you ask why another rape poem. didnt i just hear like 3 of these? yeah ...