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Jun 2015
The night is young and so am I
Sometimes the prettiest things must die.
Survival of the fittest and I'm ready to breed.
Its in me and I can not deny that fact.

I smell nothing.  
I taste nothing.
Its due to the smokes.

And that's nothing to you.
Aye aye captain.
When you drink margaritas
Kamblamian
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Kamblamian  Mesa, Arizona
(Mesa, Arizona)   
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