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Apr 9
Conmen see a greedy need in you
Make you feel it’ll be fulfilled
But they’ll take your diamond
Traded for a big chunk of glass
Leaving you feeling you got a deal
If you need a better medicine
He fills your bottle with snake oil
And for just a million down
He’ll sale you Brooklyn Bride
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
48
   Immortality
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