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Jan 2015
Flicked by one frantic finger
The sting still lingers
The tiny fleck of a red mark
Left its’ spark bruised his heart
How easily a child is hurt
And yet only seconds after tears had fell
He was back outside merrily playing with himself
But not actually playing with himself ;)
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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