I met your friend, Emily...A Poem by J. B.
Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me
but I was not quite ready yet he tried to argue, my mind was set his eyes did glare, he got upset but his request was still just met with "f**k off, and let me be"
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6 Reviews Added on December 9, 2017 Last Updated on December 9, 2017 AuthorJ. B.NYC, NYAboutFeminist Anti-Trump MMA instructor Musician/Composer Activist USMC veteran Intellectual Kink and sex-positive advocate more..Writing
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