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Nov 2014
hand around my neck
you bruise my skin so that it looks like damp
cotton,

stained white *******,

and I bleed from your touch so often
it feels like I
am losing
my virginity every day

it feels like I
am a little girl again
and they’re still teaching us that our insides are
made of bubblegum.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
(forests)   
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