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Nov 2021
Low hanging fruit;
I had to cut,
a minor nip and tuck could subdue the need to give a ****.
I wish you luck;
may the Lord lift you up,
you never held me down,
therefore whiskey cups will fix me up until I find someone new to pick me up.
1k Watts
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1k Watts  25/M/Los Angeles
(25/M/Los Angeles)   
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