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Nov 2017
A bow too tightly strung, now shaking, because of a notch and arrow moans like the creeks of wood; quiver as I use your quiver. now release
Bisexual poem
Thisis A Pseudonym
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Thisis A Pseudonym  21/M/Johannesburg
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