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Jun 2017
right now,
i'm *******.
and i get to share that with you.
my words won't pass on the scent
or texture of **** as it passes out my ***,
but you'll know my bowels are at work
and my being
is alive
and that my words are fresh
like the smell of ****
inside the toilet
that you won't ever smell
or ever get see.
god bless technology.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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