The After Birth
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James McLain
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come; do you think that i will?
if ever.
and even thinking about it
the after birth.
when the cactus sheds it's
thorns
and the rose smells as if it
has been pulled
from else where.
and only then can you know
what i went through.
i will not by your panties any
more,
nor let you gather any left the
dew,
no matter how bad you feel
about it.
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