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Dec 2019
Sarcastic automatic habits was savage, my balance crashing, through the fabric bound to cause havoc cause no one has it, so can I last it, if not elastic, must stash the classic, and get recycled like waste of plastic, and trash the drastic, fantastic as solo casts it sociopathic I've received, so as I rap it, you better cap it before I bleed, if left to conceive, one believes he's relieved, despite he never leaves cause the freeze froze his keys.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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