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Nov 2017
All the men,
they call me beautiful.
In their minds,
they think they are doing me a service.
I wish they knew,
that I wish to be called something more.
Penetrate my mind and my soul
and then I will let you penetrate my body.
I am simple.


-Don’t call me beautiful
Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
(32/F/Tampa, FL)   
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       Temporal Fugue, V and ---
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