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Apr 2015
Cold but hot hot but cold,
My sheets are waves cause I toss and I turn on that yellow brick road.
My nose is closed for the evening so we will be taking orders threw the mouth.
Pill popper everything slow
I hope this don't take to long
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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