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Sep 2023
To chop off my **** would merely be a function of desire

To chop off my hand would mean I couldn't pluck a rose

To run off into a lake would mean
I learn to breathe underwater for some time

I see other avenues
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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