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Den of the She Wolves (Poem)


A menu that displays a buffet,
Is high on the walls.
It displays countless acts,
That goes on behind doors.

Behind each curtain,
Is a beautiful woman or man.
Behind each curtain,
Is no secret.
Above the rooms, on the second floor,
A large room is always occupied.
Elaborate parties take place.
Parties of the wealthy with the workers sprawled across the floor and bed.
Luxurious pillows and blankets thrown about,
Moaning and giggling poured out onto the streets below.
The entire city knows what goes on,
And now the modern civilizations know.

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