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Sep 2019
Fell for pine eyes,
Dressed in red, my sorrow,
Oh stricken down thy arms and thighs,
Never forget i'm the pine in his eyes.
I really need to stop using this app as a social and just exploring, I find things i never wish to find
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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   Elysianne
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