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Aug 2016
He stands and walks, and makes himself as hard as rock,
He smiles and waves, at beauties and babes,
Then whispers into a quiet boys ears, makes him excited and confused with fear,
Then screams and shouts on the worlds redoubt,
I do not engage in a sinful dance, while his hand holds the young boys stance,
Caressing it up and down, while the eyes set on the young boy and frown,
He rapes the young one through and through, Forgetting we are in the Twenty-first century too.
When they still be in the closet, but they gayer than your gay brother, more homosexual than your active lesbian lover, and more decietful than a profesional corporate lawyer.
Sam Ishmael Nocum Cruz
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Sam Ishmael Nocum Cruz  Philippines
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