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Jan 2018
in
the
dirt
i
breathe
they have their soles on me
shine me in an boot boys dream
make perfected love to me
touch me beyond that
an lick over
an
laugh
not arting like the
he attacked our box
his favorite colour was
touching my pink spots
he was old and *****
treated me like
i was thirty
made me
swallow
his
load
when
i was only four years old

now
tell
me
we
ain't an man
see who gets
knocked
in
the
dirt
?












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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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