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Jun 2017
***** hair inside my soup
is like hate spewing from inside your mouth;
unwanted and undesired.

not many chefs will dedicate
a pluck or pry of private hair to design your meal;
painful and precise.

shut the **** up.
your opinions, like mine, are smelly and disintegrating.
stay silent and sensual.

if you have something to say
eat the weight of my ***** fuzz
to **** yourself in words.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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