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Sep 2019
So
All we have to our names are flies in a *** of stew and *** in our subway
sandwich
We kiss leaches and we pray to idols.
Step off the ladder, there is an
eternal light, like deniro in mean streats.
Capiche
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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