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Aug 2019
as I lay dying of thirst
I think about your figure like a well known curse
From your face as It drips gold and your chest that holds that Stoney frozen heart
Who knows !
Who knows who you will be when the roaster crows
I hope you be mine again
I miss you even when you keep locked away in this unforgettable dungeon.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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