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Apr 2016
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who is the hottest of them all
If I'm in a room with mostly women its definitely not me
When is it ever me?
I look like Phideas's silent brother Verb
Looking like I smoked a little too much herb
But I'm clean, I'm clean
That brand new Mod set up on that Mustang is fresh clean
As beautiful as Lady Liberty
The staple for success and flamboyancy
I got that heat too
Let me bring it
But don't get burned
I would hate myself for doing you harm
I just want to disarm our easiness to ****
I want the valued and cheap thrills
I'm not hard to please
I love the word ease
It perfectly describes me
We need a better word than perfect for you
Let me look for one or hell
I'll coin one
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
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