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Aug 2019
The half-fogged lenses of my glasses don't even make me complain.
I'm running through the woods with your aggression that made me budge.

You pinched that woman's arteries that gorilla grip of yours.
She managed to squeeze out "run" so I could get the full picture.

They should swipe you away.
******* ******.
Written by
TheRiverStyx  M/New Jersey, USA
(M/New Jersey, USA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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