LA FEMME ROUGE

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    LA FEMME ROUGE

       I feel so used.
    Is that all I am-
    a piece of meat?

    I don't love you.
    I attempt-
    It's a lie.

    You know this
    and yet-

    TRESPASS.

    There is no knife.
    Is it rape?

    I bleed anyway.

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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