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Intimacy is foreign to me It’s the company that I long for  It’s the friend who knows  My needs  And no I don’t mean
I saw a crowd in front of me And their dreadful action I had no voice They were pressing me hard They exploit me, Break me I feel suffocate to the depth Fire was covering my soul
It's not a lackIt's not a vaginaIt's not where a penis ought to beIt's where I choose to stick one-or notKeep all your fraud and imagined penis envy out of my vagina.
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