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Why I play with my cunt…

This was a poem written by an artist whose name I've long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and pretty much everything I needed to know about being a woman. I wish I could replicate it, or find a copy of the… Continue reading Why I play with my cunt…