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Dec 2019
I've begun to stun none with thunder, fun is one wonder, plunder in this tundra, tons of guns now run, the sun blunders, under will you come to sum the bums numbered, chewing gum, you're shooting *** in slumber, swift but can't lift your **** that gifts lumber, I begin to sniff my ****, lifted, all signs are shifted, spiff snippets to list it, twisted, consisted, insisted I instigated some formulaic conveying a spacious case as a basis, now in a matrix and tracing paces of spaceships, that offers places where women embraces to be our waitress, but can't sharpen this harp to play my thoughts beautifully, plus it's rather disgusting to hush our duchess so musically, I'm really using me, truthfully thinking stupidly, youthfully, I'm disgracing responsible ones that route for me, we pay to live and die for free, so see, like me, you can be the one that dumbs under, having fun can shun the one wonder, so, I'm that *** that flows with STUNNED THUNDER.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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