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Jan 2022
Are we drunk enough to **** yet?
Come on everybody, place your bet
We're racing our anxieties
But never finding the finish line
**** me, oh won't you please?
Thrill me, become mine
Thine will to be done
Til' summer has come
And away we go with abandon
Zee
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Zee  31/M
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