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My Tampon (See note)

I found tampons block the way to
a bloody red Paradise
"Why are you so cruel?"
Fucking him and not me they asked
Because the tampon was happy
Deep inside, all warm and blushing
Still, all things must end
The pullstring representing joy for some
But now the tampon is sad
Because some dick pulled his string
Taking him from his happy place
And to the rubbish bin
Opening a way to a red Paradise
To make another bloody dick happy
Written by KristinaX
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Author's Note
So remember all the tampons you are hurting next time you are being a bloody dick.

If you find that you are always a bloody dick call the hotline at 1-800-NOT-DICK. Total sluts will be waiting eagerly to take your call.

On second thought, don't call the number because a bloody cunt is the only thing worse than a bloody dick.

Don't measure me by my thoughts, don't.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/407339-dont-measure-me-by-thoughts/

And it's not my hand, geez. Don't be that way...
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