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Jan 2020
How much I wanna say it,
How much I want to..
My mind is the smoke
My heart is the degrees
Doctor I need your assistance
Yes this is your patient, please
Every time you text me
I ...can’t...breath.
Maybe I need mouth to mouth
Or some type of faith to believe
That we just did what we did a month ago
And that’s exactly what I need

...i need 24 hours with you,
Or better yet...You need 24 hours with me.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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