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Jan 2020
Instantly hitting me, spitting sick scenes of wit knit dreams, essence with honest presence, seconds of menacing the dense pretense theme, focusing, noticing quotas, though I'm woken, I'm at ease, to please means to freeze this breeze blowing trees to deepened seas, you'd think I'd sink to steepen this disease?, creative, though these invasive basics takes what's innovative, memes, but some already seen em though, drain a man's game now he strains his alter ego, me though, sees so much zero hero, some negroes and other people, keep those, elements, only peep them telling it efficiently, wonder if this **** will hit me instantly,
DISTANCE ME.
fore another exhibition ******* me, STITCHING ME.
Written by
Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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     Mark Parker and Cyclone
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