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Lip service

Lip service

Vulva
she was a show girl,
with flowers in her hair,
the men they would stare,
she had a problem,
something awful,
in the mirror she would glare,
But only emptiness was there,
and a huge abyss
that only dicks could kiss,
Blatantly obvious that..
something is a miss..
How could a surgeon
mutilate nature ,
for no reason
other than vanity
Obsene ..
my heart cries out,
behind that horrid pout,
is a child of God,
with her insides out..

 

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