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Oct 2019
Every one listens to ME,
Friends, ma'am's, even you sir,
Pent lips spit trusts
Trust me.
My tongue isn't forked
It's lickety-split
Read My lisps
My
Trusts
Rusts
Us
Ts
Neither friend nor enemyΒ Β 
I'm the inner me
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NR-MAN  22/M
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