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Nov 2018
Ill play with you in the sand.
You never have to doubt
im always watching
Your sticky fingers wont freak me out

The older we grow, so grows our picking field of memories
Ill guide you if I can
I dont know whats going on either.

You're a kid and you trust me.
Thats a good enough reason to love a child.
So Ill be your friend man.
My little babino
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Basic Strain  28/M
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     Braedon, sandra dryer and Khoisan
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