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He walks around A trait of a hound In despair of finding her She was his air He just got his heart stitched Due to his heart getting pitched He is yet to learn He only knows how to run Maybe he is not son to Adam

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leemwenda

22 / M / kenya

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leemwenda

22 / M / kenya

Published

Jan 31, 2025

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Tags: #drunkleechyna

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