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Jan 2020
The air I breathe is a breed, words I read are a seed, I proceed as I lead, fiends that are high on ****, men who plead, make a deed, to intrigue to be freed, what they need is what I heed, caught in greed it was agreed, that they grieve while others leave, hate in eyes is my pet peeve, ask them who they do believe, a blank response, their will achieved.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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