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Jun 2020
As a Prime King of my World.
After suffering from, deceptions out of honestly.

I declared this aged; "the dead of a child"
when my treaties, become roses.

and my tone, with caliber of Lions.
Your soul will melt like waves on love.

and for I will be call "The Winged"
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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