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Oct 2018
Her voice is like music to my soul
I moonwalk to the rhythm of her HELLO
I do that with no regret hanging on my drunk feet
I talk to her all day long
Holding my pipi like a telephone wire

She set on fire
What no other girl can quench
I love her like fat kids love cake
"But ooris she is older"
who cares
To me age is just a number
And my favourite number is 1973 **laughs
OOris
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OOris  26/M/Africa
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