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May 2013
Unspoken of Scenes from the Human Rooms.
The **** squelches underneath
fingertips, whose only barrier
is plushly folded paper.
Clench, release, dispose,
rinse, and flush away
the human
oh so human.
Written by
Nygil McCune
563
   --- and Dreiliece
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