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Dec 2019
With the stress do we learn to lessen success?, love to say your dressings a blessing, impressions flex with complexity, she was next to me, hearing the words I spoken, I'm coping, so now I'm soaking, when choking, her heart was broken, the sky is open, direct when we die moping, subliminal never minimal, stemming from my devotion.. my high is hoping to ******* mellow with fellows that sound as soft as a cello with hellos brighter than yellow, I love the schedule, releasing demos and memos, I tremble, not knowing me, but with urgency, I then know, I'm a person, so knowing I've got my leaks, every seven days of the week, only heaven knows what's my peak, and just to finish a little tip in the business is fitness to skit the crest, and witness its silhouette.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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