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Sep 2014
That smell, dear God that smell,
The smell of new person, so innocent, so fresh,
He’s yet to go through Hell,
The Hell I go through as he’s passed around like a drug,
No one can get enough of,
Now It’s my turn,
He smiles and for a moment I actually don’t feel worthless.
Lauren Cole
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Lauren Cole  United States
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