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Sep 2017
Animals around the waterhole watch and stalk
Their prey.
I sit, in heat, as the animals
They rip open their food
as I rip off my clothes.
We are animals, no different.
Driven by food and ***,
these rule the world,
not money and power.
I want to be taken
and thrown, hard, on to the ground.
I want to **** like an animal,
***** and depraved.
Rules broken, beds broken,
No rules, no safety,
Just ***.
Written by
marion  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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