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She cooks me the best Continental dishes Do I like the taste? I do not know No tastebud! She loves me To the moon and back Can I feel the tingle? I do not know My heart knows no beat She stabs me in the back Can I feel the pain? I do not know No spinal Cord! She is a man not a robot Like a mad man dying alone in the snow,she slowly withers-- Like a maize plant in dry season
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
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She cooks me the best Continental dishes Do I like the taste? I do not know No tastebud! She loves me To the moon and back Can I feel the tingle? I do not know My heart knows no beat She stabs me in the back Can I feel the pain? I do not know No spinal Cord! She is a man not a robot Like a mad man dying alone in the snow,she slowly withers-- Like a maize plant in dry season
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26/M/Nigeria
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
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