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Jan 2020
Misfortune brings an ordered pair close to despair, and if it bears things it can't compare, then it must fair, the glare that swears to cause a biting in the dynasty, igniting the plights of lightning, so it's only striking the, sinus of minus that cycles one into a paradox, seemingly contradicting one's visits towards his care for clocks, what a trap that closes most into this hopelessness state, that every dates not it's own tape, playing it's fate, he sought escape through a stopped tape, causing to drop face, a flaw that draws a lot bait, pausing our top shape.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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   Khoisan
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