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Nov 2015
You are a lock that only opens when something magnificent

Comes by

A pedestal has been placed

For me to stand on

From the pure pulchritude of your eyes to your luminous *******

The cameras can't capture it's beauty

Between your legs will be my home
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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