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May 2014
In the heat of the night bed bugs bite.
They'll crawl up the skin for every mortal sin.
Stuck asleep while covered in fear.
Swallowed up by a land both far and near.
This is a nightmare casted by witches.
Deservedly on handsome men and beautiful *******.
04/16/14
Everett V Minshall
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Everett V Minshall  22/M
(22/M)   
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