Woman

My spine is close to crushing
I fear I’ll be paralyzed
The stomach is so queasy
Like kids on trampoline
A gushing through the gates
Sticky wetness between the thighs
I’ll check my bum for stains
A constant paranoid
I’ll trade for a penis
For chances of balls get hit
Than this torture every month

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