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Jun 2020
i let you use the back of my throat
as your punching bag
when i know you need
something to hurt for you

but it’s not enough that i gag for you,
you want me to break for you

and though my mouth
may hand them out—
it’s not my heart’s job
to take blows
you don’t respect
my heart, my body,
or my time

so don’t call here anymore
amanda
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amanda  28/F/california
(28/F/california)   
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       Lou Romano, D, X, --- and ---
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