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Jun 2016
*******, what am I all about?
I guess I stand for not much of anything
Is that okay? I guess I'll jack- off
Listen to your ******* too
What the **** has us intertwined?
Beats the **** out of me
I'll just beat my beat
And then think of someone else
It's so much safer
My **** loves my hand
And my hand loves my ****
It never loved your *****
Only satisfaction
Only gratification
Should I say I'm sorry?
Not by a long shot
I could open my nostrils
And the reek came from beneath
How can I ever continue along
Knowing my word amounts to ****
And I'm too scared to be myself
The lights are over my head
This isn't the end
****, can't you get it?
Find another ****
And leave me be
But too scared to be myself
And tell you all these things
Does that make me a man
Apparently not
Just someone to escape
And leave all this **** behind
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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