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Jul 2018
Crooked lips, dry as your words, bitter as you taste, none of it makes sense but here we are again.
Pop another one and I'm hooked just like last September's night in,
Flush it out, time is ticking, I will cut again as long as you stay in your lane.
Adlina AR
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Adlina AR  28/F
(28/F)   
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