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Aug 2022
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The party's always over there is nothing more foreign or should I say ingenious say what would Judas priest of On my luck of the Irish coffee in the morning after the rain of terror eyes are up here you go, sir ten death and despair of pants the deer for water keyed entry way to go home is where the heart of the matter.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 17.
Filomena
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Filomena  24/F/Pennsylvania
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