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| for britt-marie i*********n you wore your T-shirt for a week and asked me to wear it when i next visited christine you gave me your discharge stained underpants asked me to come in them and you wore them to a meeting where everyone carried a briefcase one fragile fragmented morning you wiped blood from my face and told me to sleep |
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