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Mar 2018
The ones who speak the language of sarcasm with wit as sharp as  knives used to free our minds from the entanglement of conformity -Conforming me?
Where does my kind dwell?
The ones with ****** thoughts,
and I don't just mean misogynist thots.
Naa, I mean the females who demand respect from the demeaning males that demand ***. Friendzoned the void of rejection or rather acceptance that a woman can be born free of obligation. We must hide our minds behind our behinds or ******* because ******* give off that ripple effect for the whistles. The hand...
Clearly an unfinished thought. I guess the other scrapped photo I wrote on the back of is somewhere. Maybe I'll find it or just finish the piece a different way.
VividaVortex
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VividaVortex  25/F/Charleston
(25/F/Charleston)   
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