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Beast! You glom at the teat of nurture, of support and success and claim it had nothing to do with becoming man. Bring yourself to legs. Teach yourself to walk. Blame the mother for shedding scales and limbs not for muscles and sinew and warmth.

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kristine

American

Published: May 12, 2016
LinesWords: 1145

Tags: #men #women #eden

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