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Nov 2014
His breathing is slow,
His slumber deep,
A bottle in his hand betrays,
His never-ending wasteful ways.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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