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Jan 2020
Your pair of eyes, must be paralyzed, tell me if I went too deep in my receipt that was repeating we survived, though we breached the biggest peak of true deceit that reached the sky, were we dead?, gone?, wrong about the songs that beat us blind?, catalyzing sense of rising, bright horizons might defy, the delusion we're refusing, all our pupils might be high, dying from the risk of trying, all your shying, I accept, cause the moment I embody ancient Romans, I get swept.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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   Mark Parker
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