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Aug 2022
it's work simply being
it's something sad as well
no one but myself to blame
The fates are not this cruel

when times get rough
i become more hungry
But now it's time to go underground
when i truly would be casting blessings
bring some when i come back around
Jericho's little brother
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Jericho's little brother  57/M/Earth
   JM Thomson'
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