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February 6, 1996

Deliverance

She picks up the bible
Decidedly sinless

Reaching, for words

Her hands strong with purpose

He was 8o sweel, so kind

a prince in her eyes

Burly and blond

a sensitive tear he would shed

dhe reads the words

Discard the rest

These words are for him, she yells
Her hands start to shake

He crept through the night

Violated her world

Molested her son, tied him up.

How could she see what he was, she
couldn't

She ‘denied it, she did

She fought it, she did, suicidal
He didn't do this. she cried

But he did

Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord
Violence begets violence

The sindless would ain

and it won't go away

It was all so insane
why can't he admit what he did
Her pe was Clear

  
 
  
  
    
   
    
   
  
  
   
    
 
  
   
   
  
   
   

3:00 P.M.
THE GIFT cee
| Tears of sadness bound by his friendliness
Gow do I tel) you fo leave me alone kind ways- inspiration, the untouch
To stay out of my liteZ able white envelope within is rabbit candy wrapped
We’d begun something beautiful in rice paper
Re 8 ON which we cat now spend the quarter before you go to home
didn ft Finish d flow beaoni
Bcsinats congo hock today ye low begonias,

white too — appropriate

to being just friends_
To know you is fo love you. holding “em in my arms, awaiting to see surrounded

Your touch, your sme) | by bouquets
your voice Chinese in condolence of their loss
a oo reality = kick-in-the-head with salty liquid erupting

next fo mine.
from my orbs

unstoppingly till
a squeeze of comfort upon my shoulder Lay
burning incense and bai-sun (Buddhist bow of

 

I cry myself to sleep
le I can’t have you

Then I don’t want your friendship respect) bye three
either - cover up it’s cold
for it’s a gift which last round

 
  
     
     
  

: | — by Wendy Wong

     

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