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Apr 2017
I am not a simple man.
but my words speak for it self.
I walk a path of pain,
Which the in the morning.
it guides me to another dimension.
I dream about Lust
I dream about a poetry.
But you...
You my darling.
You block this existence.
The love that I got for you...
My mysterious lady
I will love you.
Regardless of your unknown.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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