well i saw the light and i crawled right through
it was a tunnel, a bright light at the end
my heart didn't know that it was the beginning
for i was small, frail and helpless,
i was bone, flesh and a bloody mess.
hold her well
hold her well they say
well now i say nay!
drop me you fool
drop me so i wont face any goul
but no, God said no,
he said, let her grow
why? my question exactly
but it seems that my life has purpose and there is a plan
i see people trying to hold my hand
give me love i shout
they give me gloves
to keep me from touching about
so i see that the hole was just for me,
i fell out of that hole
it was warm
it was wide
it was the inside
it was a vagina.
it was the hole i fell through
YOU ARE READING
PURELY DIRTY
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