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Mary Meek and Mild

The infant suckles her breast

much like my baby suckled mine,

biting the nipple, tugging her

blouse with two hands.

I always felt frustrated,

enough already, you

greedy little bastard.

She ignores him and his

insistence. Placid, serene, she

chooses instead to ponder these

things in her heart.

It helps to wear a fucking halo.

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