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Caleigh Quinn

1984 Poem
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Swine Like

He suspected she was one of them, them being the party


Swine like she called it
At first she was delighted that her disguise had worked so well
Many young girls are like that was what he said
Assuming she was just as stone cold as the rest of them
She wasnt, Swine like
Little did he know, she was just as he was
Fighting, fighting to break the bars that were holding them down
Like swine
He did not know
But she was nothing like the rest of them
Swine like

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