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Jan 2020
Taking a shot, when you seeing glocks heating the spots, but will the flocks stop pops when the bodies will drop?, and though my question is rhetorical, historical speaks, cause in this orbital, our sources claim abortions to peace, I lay deceased while they preach bout their efforts to reach, that's why my vibe is prescribed with a dose of raw hide, my flawed side just relies on a cry that's despised, so in my eyes, prophesize that I'll be a small size, in the wake of distractions that endorses subtractions, cause a soul gets torched from the force of an action!
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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