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Apr 26
I don't like the word intellectual
I need therapy for my mind
I find it in the silence
I hope you treat me kind

I would like to be studied
Talked about in class
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Thus it came to pass

I've been to New York City
Wicked with my sons
Denver, Colorado
Taipei 101

Have to work this weekend
Dishes to be washed
The saints are taught to give
And not to count the cost

                       Hope!
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  54/M/Elsewhere
(54/M/Elsewhere)   
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   guy scutellaro
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