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Feb 2013
Just as it seems she's finished
washing her filthy hands,
she touches a subject
that should never be caressed
by such ignorant fingers.
And as her cheeks blossom
to a flustered red,
she retreats
to go wash her hands again.
Written by
Andrea  21/F
(21/F)   
321
   PJ and Elizabeth Paxton
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