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escape

is what my aunt taught me under dark roofs & in closed doors, with you alone & your hands & a tool (maybe a long-necked bottle, or one big candle or two) & your mind – all questing for breath & pains & pleasures too… escape is a way to show how much you hate men too – it was my uncle with me, it was my aunt’s father with her too, it may be your father’s friend with you…. you maybe 13 too – when the doctor told you your stomach pain was not from bad diets, but such that would mean surgery & maybe no child forever.

now, escape is – hate men and pound yourself again! escape!

escape!!!

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