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Oct 2014
Hands where
They are not welcome
Against flesh too young
And too willing to please
Pushing to break the last barrier
That separates
From exploitation
Lips parting what should be closed
Taking what is not theirs
And can never be given back
A body demands
As the other yields
Bending to its will
And calling it "love"
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