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Nov 2020
the edges of my hatred for you had grown ragged
and i realized it was time to file them down,
i picked up the whetstone of contempt and weighed it carefully,
its blunt smoothness removing me to a higher plane,
And i smiled as i placed it on the table,
My pleasure almost obscene
As i slowly dragged the edge of disgust
across its surface, enhancing and restoring the original shine...
I think we've all felt this at one time or another...
Traci Sims
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Traci Sims  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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