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Jan 2019
they look in the bowl
it is dark and and quiet
one stand alone
a poo is present
it glistens in the toilet water
the brown feels soft on my skin
'I didn't eat any corn'
I spoke to the poo within.
my poo
Written by
babygirl45  25/F/west virgina
(25/F/west virgina)   
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