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May 2016
All I do when I am broke
I burn their money inside my throat
And I don't choke
I just dream of buying things my pocket won't fit
I often think about enjoying each hit
I get a rush with every daring slit
I'll take her money, and **** yo *****
Don't know how to explain it
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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     ---, ---, The Dedpoet and shaffu shafiq
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