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Nov 2018
I sit with my legs crossed &
All I want to do is
Open them.
I don't think you could handle the
Smell.
I can see you
Dribbling, so
I tuck my skirt into my knickers
Only on one side
And sache to the bathroom

As I sit
I ponder
and.....
*** to the conclusion that,
It's all in the perspective
So?
Debra in Silence
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Debra in Silence
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       Rich Hues and Salmabanu Hatim
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