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Mar 2017
Slide into bed -
ripped t-shirt and cute little thong covering my ***,
bare-legged.
He says
You should shave.

Boy, as if my body was made for you,
carved from your desire and not by puberty.
Boy, I bleed
but I don't bleed for you.
Emma Brigham
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Emma Brigham
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