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Feb 2016
He has this goddess that resemble the breezy sky just within her eyes
And a soul that melts poison
Every second being a blessing
Never a day of bad dressing
And the only **** thing he cares about is what is between her thighs
This is a trope that should be gone
Stop putting up with guys like this
You will thank yourself in the long run
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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