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The only person I really want to meet is the person that won't waste my time. I am really starting to think that is not possible.The Poem You Asked ForMy poem would eat nothing. I tried giving it water but it said noworrying me. Day after day, I held it up to light,turning it over, but it only pressed its lips more tightly together.It grew sullen, like a toad through with being teased. I offered it all of my money,my clothes, my car with a full tank. But the poem stared at the floor. Finally I cupped it inmy hands, and carried it gently out to the soft air, into the evening traffic, wondering how to end things between us. For now it had begun breathing, putting on more andhard rings of flesh. And the poem demanded the food, drank up all the water,beat me and took my money, tore the faded clothes off my back,said shit, and walked slowly away, slicking its hair down.Said it was going over to your place.Larry Lewis
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Your Kissing Purity Score: 40% Pure
You're not one to kiss and tell...
But word is, you kiss pretty well.
Kissing Purity Test
My uncle Sterling, he has taught me alot. Heather for always being there for me when i need her