Poem by Doniell Cushman
Wither which
I Slither, Contemplating immense attack! "Sin, you are mine," Eve said. For nothing so befitting as adherence, said the Lord. Noe I say to you in less words than more kick back And they were evicted stark naked and humbled © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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