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Jan 2020
Ideas of cluttered bunch, avoided buttercups, but what's the difference?, don't you witness both muttered not much, stuck and never spread, the roses hit my head, no more I tread towards the thread, beauty's in my pledge, approached and never dead, I grow and let it show, the seeds proceed their lead, I thank our GOD for glow.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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