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Jan 2020
Afar and aboard, I afford to put forth my chords, I'm never short, but swords can cut scores in fours, addicted to taking tours, depicted as tracing floors, the pure sensation is sore but dedication means more, so celebrations get bore, deliberation is stored, and to the seas- the breeze is how I seize the shores, to pick and please, it breeds some picky seeds and ******, so take some heed to breeds that work to lead and score, you wish to tease your weeds, well never grease your pores, and when you open your door, the tour you're scoping will soar.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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