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Dec 2019
Ruin the ruins, the red and the blue, living through the rotten core dead and in you, the punishment of running it but missing its sound, only cause it never stuck but seemed to stick around, initial annoyance, through secondary clairvoyance, the third eye pointed it's a poison that was poignant, the metaphor used, said its more abused, only by the ones that lack the insight, choose news towards views that blinds the strained optics, runaway options with topics that brainwashes, optimistic dominance that help to understand, why populist power can be and lie within the man, stand on your own two feet sideways, stuck within a crooked look that took live aid.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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