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Sep 2017
Wait for me!
This fattened dream of desires and fears.
Wait for me to strike back
Wait for me to let my hair down
Go back to the town
with a shiny new gun
that I had all this long ago time
Wait for me to ring my bell like Anita did
it is ringing
can you feel its sting
ha! truth is it has just begun
I would run through you
if only I just could

Wait for me to be fixed
wait for me to fully get a piece
Wait for me to come back
Wait for me to fly, to reach my dreams
To reach the core of me
This fattened dream of hopes and pressure
Of hidden owners of the gates to the kingdom
Waters running free, but ***** sometimes
I cannot wash
my desire in them, refresh myself

Now stand open the doors
It's not a matter of body
it's my whole soul
Another poem about vaginismus.
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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