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Jan 2020
Score to pass this forecast that's more fast, plants start to pant, the light's scant for chloroplasts, force they *** to take course, remorse last, energy was source for corpses after they're born in this, like metamorphosis forfeiting, forcing four dwarfs into orphans, what's morphing this from going forth to distortion is extortion from taking vital portions, enforce a smile that is not beguiled, bleak miles in freestyles, speak now?!, off the top of my head that bred the lead that can burst heads, blood on our hands as the curse spreads, the first dead- worked meds that weren't sure- of their state, too late to cure, I deter to defer the blur, inferred its raid thicker, through my slur-I would fade the picture, laid down quicker but my craze just delays the glaze that stays, paraphrase cares depraved, ways waves- to this slave's conscience that's waived, code of conduct is fond of my wrongs abducting a buck for a day, but do I stay in the comfort of my own self?, no!, I steal to appeal to my gloam felt, and asking "What is wealth?".
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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