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Dec 2019
Just an hour in the power in relations of ours, the concept is numb, and the logic devoured, a sensitive feeling deep in the mood, into it and into me, intimacy, never celibate but delicate, intricacy, that sees 7 seas oversee overseas appeased and pleased, reasons for seasons it's pleasing, please sing my soul to solely take her hand, as a man, I can man it, and manage to understand the planet, mother earth giving birth, how did she plan it, planted us into a mother, and then we learn from each other, I'm thankful for mother, father my sisters and brothers, we're covered, pro-creation for the nation, I'm patriotic to this symbolic law I see and saw, but playing with it raw can induce a flaw, not in the system itself but with our own health, cherish the wealth, cause it could perish, what could be felt can melt the art, damaging our-self, or tear us apart.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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