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Jan 2018
The physical sport of love
is simple and brief.
The hard act to refine is
sitting around being beautiful.

Devoted service is so tired unlike
neglect which is ageless and vibrant.
See, there is no absolute evil,
but there is plenty of absolute fear.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
(49/M/Ohio)   
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     Ifeanyichuku Okoro II, ---, Woody and Kash
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