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Aug 2021
The masked runner’s breath
Is already circumcised fivefold.
But he will never get over the humiliation
Of wearing right on his mouth
A diaper
Of saliva, stale air, and swears.
Written by
missanthrope  27/F/Cambridge
(27/F/Cambridge)   
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