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Feb 2021
I've hit you up so many times
My veins collapse and still I find
another to shoot what you now sparingly give
You say you're dry, but I know I'm just not your type

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Apollo The Incandescent
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Apollo The Incandescent  30/Agender/Everywhere and Nowhere
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