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Dec 2019
Follow the leader but never creep any deeper cause he seeks to keep his reaper for ones who peeping to reach his teasers, like wide receivers, I'm only reading the the routes I got, never spit I'm hot in a pit of shock or I'm getting shot, if they drop, you hop, and plot your execution to reach your conclusion that they was losing from too much fusion, have no delusions, illusions of bruising pukes' you're fluted, rigged as you fidget, you dig it?, you live like you disputed, with your bail, compel well, this calls for yah, not just yourself, but all's health, for all lawyers.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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