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Dec 2015
he was
maybe fifty
he put
his hands on me
I said no
and for the first time
I  meant  *it
I will no longer run into the arms of any who open them.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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   Ariel Knowels, Latiaaa, Puff and Parker
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