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MaryJane Rottencrotch Jan 2014
Bad
It smells.
Boys don't like it for
more than a few minutes.
They gag, then make up
excuses.
I wash it, a lot.
I scrub it raw.
I shove bars of soap inside.
Nothing helps.
I'll never find love.
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