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Mar 2018
β˜‚ 34
I lurch like 34 ****** toward chastity below a queer Boston church
as I'm so unarmed to the max in paralyzing fear of a lost-gun search
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š 𝐁𝐞𝐫π₯𝐒𝐧𝐬𝐀𝐲
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