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Apr 2020
i feel my mind being towed
my organs are becoming cold
i didn't mean to fold
but the joint my demon's rolled
cannot be bought or sold

a piece of my body
is still on the market
but for you
i'm still
just a target
heart is not to be given away
Aurél
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Aurél  17/M/Slovakia
(17/M/Slovakia)   
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