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Dec 2019
Seems like it's definite, take a breath in this epidemic, epistemic, I saw them prepping the rep of "second hits", my strength can't be stationed, these acts of sanctions ain't for wise confiscation, it's conversation for constipation, of the words that can infer what they pursue, when they failed, they saw my success and uttered "Jew", rich in history, mystery follows misery, their delivery shivered, so they would steal from me.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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