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Nov 2017
touch my young body,
or it will go to waste

do not be deceived by my stammering--
i will love you like a strong man loves.

see through the circumstances of my life
and realize that i am rich.

touch me, and i will come alive for you.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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