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May 2015
All of your sincerity can nay make me believe
There is an egg hatched within these words
A broken ***** unspilled with lusting
Doesn't a new father and a mother bring
We just carry on with odd shuddering
The benevolent shot of blind oxytocin
Rings the bells of this sweet typing
Until the critic sets in.
Written by
Derek DM  40/M/Karlsruhe
(40/M/Karlsruhe)   
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   Ann Beaver
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