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Mar 2013
She once quivered at my touch
She once shivered oh so much
But now if I touched her skin she'd just recoil in horror
As if I was draping a sticky used ****** upon'er
*It is a metaphor, I have not and never will place used sheaths upon a woman. It's wrong.
Mr Bigglesworth
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