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I am lost for words, as I am empathic with the planet. Although we truly stand in line for death and the afterlife, it is important that we mother our young. I do not deny the allurement of sociopathic inclinations and I heartily validate the sexuality of suburban expression. But, we both know – politicians rise like winged beasts from the murky depths of sociological oceans. Can I touch your skin and give you compliments? I love your being, just as it is.
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Scottish
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david-barr
Scottish
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Jan 29, 2014
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