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May 2019
Your transparency is indecent to me. I would rather hand you a cloak to keep it from my eyes.
I can see right through to your core like a potato bug.
Hideous.
Like an embryo of evil. Foul and naked to my soul.
I can see your soul and it is not black.
It is empty. Transparent.
Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence
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Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence  52/F/Utah
(52/F/Utah)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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