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Jun 2013
You fiddled with my shorts

my underwear that was underneath

You told me you would visit

and you never did

I knew this lie was coming

I don’t know why but it troubles me

that there were forty before

and there will be forty more after
Nebraska Sinclair
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Nebraska Sinclair  26/F
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