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Jul 2014
To dine on a mortal soul calls no attention to flavor
For they are bland and call forth no attention or fervor
You will always have enough of these tasteless specimens
But to taste a soul so shrouded in sadness and regret
Now that is a soul of good taste.
Would you look at that.
It seems america has so many of those
So many tasty souls
Courtlyn Quay
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Courtlyn Quay  28/Cisgender Male/United States
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