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Apr 11
he say **** ain't come in
im oustide my presidents casket, all clear
no more human
it a tare in me
that a fort wont click texas here without a hood
my backspace task a ribbon
and harlem still in my ears
the baby was four years old
now me and paris got no structure
she a grown one
i'll deepen loves push before the jazz gets blue
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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