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Pudendum from the Latin
“shame” also known as vulva. I could say vulva to anyone. Vulva, vile, venom vase. Vulva could be a name; the woman who slinks through conversation, desired in the arms of everyone but, Vulva. She could get away With getting too personal calling Dr. by his name. The shape of a skirt, good things come in v: birds, birds, volcanoes. Volume, low, for vision, values outstretched on frames. A panther dips into black water. Shiva, come home. Vulva is waiting by the door, she let the night out like a cat, let it run. Vulva, tip, drink from the Latin "legs".
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