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Jun 2017
That's in your mind itself
think whatever you wish to believe
be yourself
be one with yourself
as well with others
love all mankind
was that sexist
then all kind
love yourself
for nobody else will
you have so many
pustule sores
and you're ****
looks big in this
but legs
high O Silver
reach the ground
if you cross them
I have to cross my leg to
You give me a ******* all the time.
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Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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