Pink Descent Jess Lemon And now the descent the first of Six steps an equal division of my height my ego, in my mind, bred Yet, despite Bromden's size, internal - external, I'm hurt slashed by courage's flying mane crying pink tears, I'm burnt by fear, disgust, anger an introjection of social contempt from those, who on the inside hate my sick sin - two met

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