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May 2013
no body thinks about us.

     they only care about what we puncture;

            the tasty meat, sweet fruit, and  the good intentions.

                      they never think of the sticky residue

                                                         left behind  

                                       and how we

                                                 will never be

                                           truly clean

                            again.
Janelise
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Janelise  30/Cisgender Female/California
(30/Cisgender Female/California)   
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