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Jan 2020
I got the feeling my notions open in the oceans, waves are my previous thoughts, they dancing with the devious, freely my sparks are coping the motion just by smoking, call it mischievous if you wish, these words are serious, skewing with other viewings, affluent comes with measures, wealthy don't understand the plans wealth has for man, after the lectures, the lone oppressor search for treasures, reality soon he cans, he stands for high demand, looks with a wicked eye, he cries for more supply, body bags ready, it's holding steady cause he's heavy, tsunami makes me blind, the doom I meet unwinds, weary we both get teary, we buried cause we vary IN OUR EVILS.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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