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as I looked at your photograph, and couldn’t be sure, I was actually ready for you to be a boy and all that brought with it until I stood naked in front of the mirror camera in hand and saw a foolish charade for I am not an attractive man the hope of flesh betrayed before me mapping my every dream, decayed
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
ugly (a curious confessional)
as I looked at your photograph, and couldn’t be sure, I was actually ready for you to be a boy and all that brought with it until I stood naked in front of the mirror camera in hand and saw a foolish charade for I am not an attractive man the hope of flesh betrayed before me mapping my every dream, decayed
paul-sands
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
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