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Jul 2019
Here nor there good Pip, don't stir the ***.
Just blow your tin whistle, leave it all behind.
No family, no friends, no love, just wealth.
Estella's teasing flame burning in your eyes.
Dashed again, gone with no name or time.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
(30/M/Chicago)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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