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Apr 2019
You may not think you're perfect
But perfection's all that's shown
Racing to the top
Soon you'll reach the throne
I wish you saw what I see
Because I've always known
You've got what it takes
To make this world your own

I believe you bless us all
With your grace and strength
You're the friend to whom I stress
How high of you I think
Ian spaeth
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Ian spaeth  30/Non-binary/Belleville, IL
(30/Non-binary/Belleville, IL)   
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