i reek
of tenderness.
i reek of clemency.
every day, a new torturer
is born laughing and i
feed him the milk
of fear.
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no woman's land
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THE NEW TORTURERS
i reek
of tenderness.
i reek of clemency.
every day, a new torturer
is born laughing and i
feed him the milk
of fear.
