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Transfigured

I came as a beggar mud in my shoes tooth brush a stranger salads a bad mixture suits too un-African boots my darling comfort an abuse reason waste of time But after a while I was transfigured I became beautiful for me, I and myself a new creature really proud, luxurious, witty no one reasonable everything forbidden my wishes supreme all in my powers I do all my wishes they do Let those who say no go to helliest of hell and brush their teeth with mud of my feet the best tooth paste the charity from me from the tender hip of my loving breasts

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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