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lauryn wright

Abstract

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lauryn wright

Abstract

No No No

No No No

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What I really meant was no.

Don’t get it twisted.

He convinced me that his fingers belonged there.

Even when he saw that tear run down my cheek it didn’t get him to stop.


When he asked if I was okay, I did not answer.

So he put his fingers elsewhere that weren’t my cheeks

And kept going and going and going and going and going until he was satisfied.


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