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Nov 2017
Two men turned into three,
A case of identity theft but who is to blame?
All three filled with glee,
They're different people, yet they look the same.

The first man is red,
his personality was booming.
No future ahead,
And was always assuming.

The orange man stepped up,
his smile was fulfilling.
Like a newborn pup.
He could always be found chilling.

The purple man was late to the party,
his memes were exotic,
though he wasn't very hearty,
his very presence was often chaotic.

Yet the question goes unanswered,
and the culprit unblamed.
am i diverging from glue? no.
Glueboi
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Glueboi  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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