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Mar 2021
You make me smile in your ever lost misery
And sleep as sound as a dry riverbed once purred
Words that reveal
That heal
And just make the final seal for my prayers
As I look to the God's as I kneel
I'm gay
I'm straight
I'm as bent as the next partner I feel
I am what I am
Hence, goodbye

And sigh......

JJB
Nothing ever really makes any sense. Does it?
John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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