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Dec 2019
Roses are red violets are blue
Daisies are yellow but if I pick them I’m a fool
You will die and wither, like fades to clippers
Cut me deep now I wear scars like slippers.

I beg to differ blow my head like some swishers
Took a bar like snickers, I’m sorry for metaphors and these fake *** *******!
I’m not racist but I dive deep like fishers when it comes to the hook of my heart ...so **** being always apart.
Can we fight like a married couple and make up like maybaline.

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Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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