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May 2014
I could never fight you, pretty
My co-first command
My right hand man
They couldn't catch us
You watch the door and I pick the lock,
Giggle and sip while he grinds his jaw
Clasp your hands together,
So I can step up
Split it in half so we'll both get enough
It's been a year
Still can't find us
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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