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Terry Dammery

You are You are You are

When others ask after you
I tell them how you’re fine
how you’re into crowded house
The car that you drive
And how you still hate your job
When what I really want to say is
How in summer
Your dress swings with your hips
How in your bed
You wear chanel to light the dark
How before
Passion puckers your breasts
How afterwards
Your cheeks are flushed like fever
And I want to tell them too
How you’re such a beautiful fuck
And how you’re fucking beautiful
Especially when you’ve just been fucked

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