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Dec 2019
Live bells spell chimes, rhymes that mind time had shined, five lives out of nine deprived from crime, blind just from kind signs, find your whines spine, and twine on the line that the vine had signed, commentary varies, scarcely staring me in my eye, self contradictions kept them switching, never visioning why, the term advantage has percentages, it's said in its leverages, invest in my profession for perfection that's cleverest, sever this, credit that they edit in America, all across the world, whatever, etc., hard to fix it, hope you're not TOO smart to quit, cause your little sense of bliss is narcissistic when you stick, the simplistic, optimistic way we mimic soon will lack WHY, times that's just defined as "That was mine" enshrines that facts die, not in reality but in the humans grim capacity, so attacking me, attacks, whose involved in all this mastery.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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