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Apr 2014
You're a child
In the way I have to swat your hand away
I tell you:
Stop! Keep your hands to yourself!
You continue reaching
And I would kindly have at you with a belt
"I'm over him," you said.
Lilith Reid Brown
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Lilith Reid Brown  A Lake of Fire
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