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CITY

by @leemwenda

Added beer on list Belgium embodied from east Few clients on list I guess no time for rest He is as slow as he was back then He reminded me of our childhood He was best in legs Third leg  I mean He just came to the city He just felt, it gave him a hickey He has yet mastered the way of the devil So he only stumbles on his broken heart Kamba this time Kisii last time He said this would be last time Though I felt Ts just half time He just grew his beards Motive be the baddies With fear to purchase Huggies Though his gal be called Angie “Am going back home I feel am more into nature Than giving my heart to human”
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22 / M / kenya
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leemwenda
22 / M / kenya
Published
Dec 17, 2024
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