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Jan 2013
What is the point
in tainting my dishwater red
with your blood

*How then can the plates be cleaned
My kindness seems to perpetually be returned with a spit in the face by some.
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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