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May 2018
my words are empty murmurs to an old man,
who thinks his worth is more than mine.
the inferiority of my *** is inflicted by your tone.
one day you will be brought down from your high tower of injustice.
so many times my *** has brought me shame, for what knowledge can a woman know? the answer is so much.
Rose
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Rose  22/F/Portland
(22/F/Portland)   
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   Glassmuncher and JL Smith
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