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Bangkok Virgin by Witni McDonald
from Legacy 2004-2005
Bangkok Virgin
by Whitni McDonald
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Every sense in my body' is jolted awake.
Clashing flashing colors abuse my vision.
Rotting festering scents attack my nose.
Clanging banging noises thrash my eardrum.
Stinging fizzing salt drips in my mouth.
Clamming crushing heat molests my shoulders.
Inside, my heart blasts cannon-fiery wonder
As tuk-tuk horns and whistles,
Dread-locked bums with gristle,
Saffron-robed epistles.
Jostle past.
