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Dec 2019
I sketch life with breath and left death on it's own, commitment to shipments I witnessed stiffness as a stone, I gifted the chrome, condoned zones as my home, self crowned urban legend, these seven days are like drones, blow up in cases, the daily basis what you make it, opportunity given this living cries when you fake it, only hit brakes when the feds tread what you do, cold hard brew, these dues clue what you chew.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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