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Mar 2020
I am sick of beauty
I need you to bare
Your soul and be ugly
Without being beleaguered
So do your duty
Start looking *****
As the guys want your phone
To call their mother
Because you have the heart
Go and get the right guy
Who treats you like he treats
His mom, must be proud of you
So unfortunate, but perfect
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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       ---, Traveler and Thomas W Case
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