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Feb 2019
The first time you
slipped your fingers
into me, I bled on your
mattress. Afterwards, you took
me into the shower and
I ****** you there (on the floor),
letting the water rinse off
our sins and transgressions.
I've known from the beginning
that you may hurt me, but you
will always help to clean
up the mess afterwards.
You will wash off your guilt,
and I will wash off my shame.
11/26/2018.
amanda cooper
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amanda cooper  31/F/va
(31/F/va)   
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