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Oct 2015
You taste the ***** on my lips
You hear my whispers I speak
You smell the fear I have
For giving you room to peak
Into my open window.
I want you to brace yourself
This isn't as beautiful as it looks.
Jay Jimenez
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Jay Jimenez  31/M/Faribualt Minnesota
(31/M/Faribualt Minnesota)   
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