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Below an unsatisfied stomach, Between tired legs, I hold your future. That which you conceal and exploit as pleasure That which you call a Woman's Bane, I claim it back. I celebrate - not in victory, But in vengeance.

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clare

Indian

For You?

Written by

clare

Indian

Published: Mar 26, 2014
Time: 1m

Tags: #sex #woman #body #pride #feminism

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