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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 wound...my 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.
