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Mar 2024
I rent your body for the hour.
I smell your hair and feel you.
I adore all my absolute power
move strings for what you do.
They get hard as I touch them
like my lover's hopeful ****.
******* cut glass play a hymn
as we **** to a ticking clock.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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