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Dec 2019
The legend, different from felons, I knew him well, claiming life is hell, paying bail to the logic they tell, his ethics fail, cells can compel your timidness, cries were the vividness of his innocence, living this, he chose to give us this, vision with his deposition, stricken, I see the mission to listen so that I can glisten, ditching the ***** that's swelling, I'm dwelling not to be a legend, but I addict to telling my skeleton is frame of gelatin, must strengthen to full awaken, quake in sake of shaking stations complacent from their erasing of the ones that's placing gracing, now they are victims into a system we may rhythm, although we say we miss em, we kiss em all goodbye, forgetting.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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