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Apr 2017
i don't know what's
     governing this scent,
     or what's the exfoilation
     of the scent's origin either,
but, baby (that's true americanism),
        it's like milk, honey and soap;
and a cat lullabied listening to
ryan adams' debut album.
         that's the scent i'm picking up;
i have absolutely no idea regarding
what's actually blooming
               to be so aromatic...
         but it's milk, honey and soap...
and if i were to be a guarantee enteral:
i wouldn't even care to know...
       because... **** me... it's so ****
pleasurable;
       i'm sniffing into the air,
protruding nose and all...
      like a dog's nose does up
                             a *****'s genitals.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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