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Oct 2014
I fear so woe, there I am,
In context - you stand to slam
A varied tow, and so next
Blatant force to subject
I long to tap, so I will
Feel in still yet, gone for the bill
Give it a slap, you cannot be let
Contemplating the oner set
As for my intrigue, fail safe for abuse
Please hear, gasp, your fading loose
Placed in league, I lost a tear
It was as scary in the mirror
Lace, and mask forth, seduction forthwith
Again, an arsenal of lacerations, buried
Masculine-ity
I am so tangible
Randy Bryte
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Randy Bryte  London, Ont.Canada
(London, Ont.Canada)   
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