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Jan 2020
It's far to seal, must my hands have to scar and ****, to spark the pill, who's elements make this pestilence deal, with what is real, dealt with surreal, but I can feel, my hearts not healed, what's soon revealed is that this is steel, that I tried to peel, my bones get broke from the turning wheel, that churns the meal, that's made for minds that knew the real, problem in this drill, that ******* us tight now we are still, handed the bill, now in debt for life, we never chill.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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