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4d
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
leechyna
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leechyna  22/M/kenya
(22/M/kenya)   
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