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Aug 2020
To my first love,
you sampled parts of me
and made a meal of my innards
you picked your teeth clean
and spat out the gristle
then left the scraps
hastily folded in your napkin
Written by
Kori  22/F
(22/F)   
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   --- and MS Anjaan
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