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Jun 7
Are you addicted to the different pops
Pop a pill in a drop top hear the pop that could get you killed.
For real I got it on lock, turn a key into Bach with a oujia board on my front.
My sides are looking off, peripherals sleeping on the job instead of dealing with yall.
I'm really the bomb, blast waves that made Ophelia drown Are you feeling it now?
Find me with a flatbill stealing the ground using words that make helium bounce.
I tried telling you I'm not really an owl.
I blend in too good with a cha(me)leon power.
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
(30/M/Discovery)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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