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May 2023
Take me out,
I promise to dress the part.
I'll order the bones,
scrape the meat
off them and
onto your plate.
Spoonfeed me scraps,
and I promise I’ll get the bill,
and I’ll say thank you,
how sweet,
how full,
how whole I feel!

Can we do this again?
I'm free tonight,
just take me out.
magalí
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magalí  24/Argentina
(24/Argentina)   
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