Jealousy leapt from my lips when I first read this poem. The rabid eroticism, suppurating love! Laura Post has taken a pile of dirt and constructed Sodom, a torrid city, intoxicating in all its decay.
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Jealousy leapt from my lips when I first read this poem. The rabid eroticism, suppurating love! Laura Post has taken a pile of dirt and constructed Sodom, a torrid city, intoxicating in all its decay.