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Seen or unseen, I know I am pure & clean. Teleported through a watery tide. Plasma fluid like dripping sewage. I laugh at the photograph. A end to tear in half. I said my confession to answer your question. I was never mean or obscene. I have a moral daily routine. BUT IT DOESN'T matter. We couldn't be any sadder. My current profession has no aggression. I don't take any chances, with strange romances. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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