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Jan 14
He tasted dry,
When licked with sour spit.
His scent was foul.
Broad hands rejected
Curling feet.
Met by scowling eyes,
He criticised me with love.
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     Hiruni Nimasha, ---, Iska and Fainche Siobhan
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