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Mar 2017
Who wants to be poor
cash is ignored
I want to be yours
Your closets a tour
You smell like Dior
I want to be yours
My presence is sired
These bottles are cured
You know what I want
You know what I want
I want to be your....I--I want to be yours.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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