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Jul 2022
We're all strangers to everyone.
Married are both in bed strangers.
My mind is mine alone locked away
from every soul floats from dangers.
Fantasy sets fire to my fierce heart
throbbing for a stranger on the bus
who makes me hard in diesel dreams
I finger your Eden for the two of us.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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