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Oct 2018
he said, “why you always playing”
as he slid his pawn down my chest piece
as he played shoots and ladders up my thigh
as every loaded die came to rest at my lower back
Snake eyes
as he royally flushed my self worth
as he cross the finished line with, “why don’t you ever let me score?”
Don’t. Touch. Me
Madeysin
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Madeysin  Pa
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