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Jun 2015
People crowd my bubble like braces invade personal teeth space.
Solely little objects with thin frames no lace.
Simply little objects with small hearts, some grace.
All in all were nothing special,
just men and women rotting for a root canal.
Hmm...how I feel?
Black
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   Chris and Realeboga M
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