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Aug 20
I went out with my dream in the gudda.
Libra young like his mom he's not suddle
Tempers rise when he wanted to be special
I'ma king and the crown is not simple
Capricorn use to ride on my bezel
Gave me thorns and I still think that's better..
Up in Cypress my heart is gem
Yet the want me to be just like them
Yet they want me horned like I'm HIM
YET THEY KISS ME LIKE I DONT KNOW THEM.....
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ZEAL
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