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Dec 2017
Don't speak on the matter
I found a batter
Spit on the ball
Dissolve into matter.

Don't hold on my hand
Or step on my tail
Loose like some sand
Your bound now to fail.

Mouth 'round my name
Your playing my game,
I brought the flame
So combust into matter.

Saying I'm ****
Your dressed in some tatters
Hum on my ****
In your face till it splatters.
* EXPLICIT CONTENT*
****** and empowering for me. Probably just rude for other hence the caps ^
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
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