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Dec 2019
If I hustle, causing multiple scuffles that ups to multitudes, double your deductible, ruffles insults the truffles chew, **** with words, but yet those curves serves me no bonuses, chuckle these obstacles with the prostitutes nobody notices, these motives will get distorted when you can't afford to sort it,Β accorded, the Porsche's portrait proves to you, you can't ignore it, and store it, it's now rhetoric in its sight, so it's historic, you for it, and just adore it, but I can't, I rant and tore it, my poses to me is roses but to them, their noses closes, it doses, how their opposes can become my opponent, I shown it, I can't disown it, and the fights, they just condone it, so flaunt it, it's how you want it, gon and take all your components.
Written by
Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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     --- and Cyclone
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