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Sep 2019
We want to be the pretty gal,
Object of worship, outer glory.
What all does that get us, goo?
Used and using, sold wholly.
How do we reflect an inner soul
When fully occupied by facials?
*Note: Rather profane words follow (but only to shine the truth)*

Thy whorey 'ficial glory hole makeup maketh not your glory whole, are you only a fake ******* moaning groaning or do you have a soul?
The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav
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The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav  38/M/9Messiah, Michihel πŸπŸ‘‘πŸ˜‡
(38/M/9Messiah, Michihel πŸπŸ‘‘πŸ˜‡)   
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