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I never loved that man


I never love him but yet I open my legs and let him crawl inside of me. He explored my temple something that I have yet to explore myself. That man took my purity my innocence and I let him run. and apparently he fell because he was on his knees at my thighs creeping his way back to me. I never love this man or any of the others ones. I don't even know their names and they never asked me mines. and by the time the Sun rises the bath salts soaking underneath my bottom with the dirt from that man I never loved disappears.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Never stop writing, always express your story, your thoughts, your feelings!</p>

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