Pure Despair Of The Weeping Women Heard Across Towns Truly They'll Never Be As Pure As Her.
Yet None Weep More Than Men For They Have Seen Her Skin And Wished Apon Stars To Gaze With Hands.
Not A Women Nor A Bitch Running With The Pack.
But A Vixen Carrying Hearts In Her Moon Lit Eyes.
She Is The Maiden Of Virgins.
Virgo Her Name.
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Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
