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Jul 2017
I guess you could say
that I owe my first gratifying ****** encounter
to Donald Trump.
The votes are being tallied
I climb on top of you
The analysts are shaking their heads
I place your hands on my hip bones
They’re calling for a recount
I let you live inside of me
The are calling it a night
We **** all night
Are we on the brink of another world war?
Clare Margaret
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Clare Margaret  23/F
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