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Apr 2013
You, my personal jesus.
Something I can't possibly believe in.
But you, I know you're it
as I reach out to touch your taste.
Touch my faith.
Make me a believer.
Teach me your ways.
You, my personal jesus.
You, reaching out to touch the insides
of my legs.
You're my own.
Reach out and touch me.
Do you know who Brian is?
flynt
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flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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