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Peas in a Pod

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

Mother, sister, peas in a pod

Forgive me if I find it odd

Your incestuous liaison

Each of you play the other’s pawn

Though you have set a private pact

We know your secret as a fact

You smile widely when you lie

Shame on you both, truth meets the eye.

Carefully you pull down the blinds

Together straightening your spines

Waited upon by foot and hand

Preferring hot, rejecting bland

Self-satisfied, contemptuous

Not common like the rest of us.dds

 
 
 

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