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Jan 2015
I am the handmaid,
You are the master,

The price of your swimsuit,
Is twice the price of my winter clothing,

Your well-manicured hands,
Tire not of rubbing the dirt off my face,

Your eyes pleading,
I let myself love you back.
Obscurity Thought
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Obscurity Thought  Uganda
(Uganda)   
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   Joe Adomavicia
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