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I always wanted to be the wilted flower in the corner- lashes petting two demure doves folded over slender thighs. But, I am the bull and you are the china- my loud braying and pointed sharpness shattering etiquette.

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jamie-sue-austin

American

Published: Oct 21, 2011
LinesWords: 1138

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