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Jan 2020
Numerous solutions, lost and now it's nothing, reality is stunning, abundance can be redundant, help me, my stomachs numbing, clutching something, the panics summoned, wasn't my, plan to get bands of stranded dozens from puzzling brands of hundreds, answers to questions that kept us stressing now a vague confession, comes from a lesson like I was even with the seas neglecting, this lands odd way erecting problems with its persecution, so lack of resolutions, means there's no solutions.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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