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May 2020
I use to be cute, but now I'm like a flute, blowing away like truth, I don't wanna talk about the root, it makes me cry because it's full of proof, that my love for you is as high as the roof...soon I hope to be your groom, and take you to my room,  to show you my secret crood, oh I almost forgot it's about me being cute!!  Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder!!  What's say you am I cute?? 🙃😉
It's been  a long road
Reflected smile
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Reflected smile  25/M/Nigerian
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