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Jul 2016
Do you think me a fool?
Have I given you reason to think I drool
Upon my own ignorance as some lowly
Uneducated boy? Let me speak to you slowly;
I know how hard it is for you to comprehend
Spoken lines and get said words to transcend
Further past your own self reputations.
So from now on I will speak in simple communications:

I know of your affair
With him, the ******, the one who shares lust's glare
With you, the fuckee, the one who gives a tease
And tantalizes to alleys where you sit on knees
Then lick his **** to sip its corrupt happiness.
You enjoy it don't you, this ravenous
Savagery? I do not blame you, fuckee,
A ***** thinks nothing better of herself besides good *****.
Stephen Peters
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Stephen Peters  Baton Rouge
(Baton Rouge)   
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