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On any day She puts her heart on table With fork i would poke Hurt she would get With the bleeding hurt She would hold tight on cold nights Never to worry on her demise She loved too much,so she died too much They re'd the eulogy

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leemwenda

22 / M / kenya

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leemwenda

22 / M / kenya

Published

Oct 29, 2023

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Tags: #drunkleechyna

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