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Aug 2021
Off my tongue venom flies
As your head slips from between my thighs
Right then I realize I cursed all nurses and made most cry
Wished your father a miserable demise
It was because of him
They cut me open front to rim
My **** where huge, swollen, and sore
Look as if on them someone was keeping score
Stretched, fat, and p#ssy sore
I shouldn't have been such a *****
This is my sick humor.
Hope I don't offend anyone!
Savannah Kajdan
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Savannah Kajdan  36/F/48706
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