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Jun 2021
*** and money are the two mistresses I sneak away with in my heart and fool around with when I'm tired.

They speak smooth words and their lips taste like honey
Whenever I can't find them I feel depressed.

The more I get the more I want
I'm never satisfied
They keep throwing dirt on me
They want me buried alive.
Adam El-ghirani
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Adam El-ghirani  30/M/Indiana
(30/M/Indiana)   
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