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Dec 2017
eating the ****** weapon and
wearing the fur.
i have nothing to say so i ramble,
and think about what i should buy you for christmas
and how ill give it to you without
tripping the wires
you keep around me
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b  20/M/canada
(20/M/canada)   
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