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Sore you crawled
In oversized dryers ‘hind Harrison Hall
(Where freshman boys did pee last fall).

Spinning fresh lavender
Wring him out clean
Limping outside still dripping between.

Morning breath
On virgin nipple lingers
Fishy glue dried on blistery fingers.

You temptress, you witch,
You precocious little whore
When you stopped for some air –
Why didn’t you scream NO MORE?

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