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Jan 2017
The only warmth I get is in a cup of tea-
Sometimes coffee if I'm particularly flat-
For the neglect and thirst makes me
Cold.
I'm a ******
-By choice-
Who wishes to sell herself to men and women
Not for money
But for physical contact and some kind of
Love
No matter how devaluating.
Claire Hanratty
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Claire Hanratty  24/F/Sunderland
(24/F/Sunderland)   
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