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Feb 2018
Tim had a chip on his shoulder that ate lead paint.
no accounting for taste; but the absolute trauma of having no words
for what You Really Are, has all the attributes -
of knowing nothing at all.

And that's how Tim fooled the Therapist.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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