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Apr 2016
I live on the streets;
poor and cold.
Once so young,
now so old.

My wealth is gone
as are my clothes.

I wear nothing but a rag.

But all of this does not matter to me.
There's only one thing I really need..

Just a nice, hard ****.
Adam Miles Christopher Bell
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Adam Miles Christopher Bell  20/M/Sunderland
(20/M/Sunderland)   
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