Sharon oh Sharon
how do i love
thee
oh let me count the ways
i love thee for thy diamond hilted dagger
with which you puncture
inhibition
and all that is taboo
i love thee for thy
razor sharp honesty
and disregard for conventional aesthetics
Sharon oh Sharon
thy quill be mighty as the body that bore child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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