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Dec 2019
Do a little something, pleasure sure to expand, I wash my hands to exhaust risk of losses they plan, must understand I'm a man who don't cheat cause of scenery, come take a seat as I teach all their reasons for secrecy, their decency recently was redeeming their place, and everybody at their parties hardly tardy when shaped, appearing laced brought the case of me tracing the spot, had a date but my fate is not complacent with who I brought, dribble in pivotal tracks, but when lacking the fundamentals, I'm just a one coincidental mental with no essentials, with all my pencils breaking cause their aching with no potential, you take advantage, causing damage, rancid is my torrential, despise of the lies in disguise, must trust em not, avoiding from getting appointed, loyal to self employment, appointments anointing mourns, a joint that must get torn, copy the woman's scorn, all their points are not reborn, ain't it a night of my delight, flights, I have to form, sorting through the distortion for the portion I must reform.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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