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Sep 2016
If I grew up now,

I would fur sure die alone.

Where is the romance?


They use their bodies

Their private parts, not their hearts

Satisfied, empty.


Unlike your snapchat

With love, no filter needed

Natural, beauty.


Does *** equal love?

Perhaps love was redefined.

Good luck little ones.
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shyguypoetry  28/M
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