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Siamese Child had one of her own

Siamese Child had  two

Siamese Child - waif and grown

Pulp - taken by you

Wounded and torn, she calls her name

She knows no-one replies

Siamese Girl twinned with no-one

Pippled mirrors in her eyes

She touches stone, feels the cold

Siamese Child sighs

Savouring bleak, glistened pain

Siamese Child cries

Another body, another bloodrush

Hate serves pure delight

Beaten face into a smile

Siamese Child bites............