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Nov 2014
I let my mind play.
My brains full
I feel numb before I fall .
I check my heart rate..
It's getting cold..
Lord knows
Hurry my love.
Show me something so I can stay,
And not go.
Okay it's been three days,
Sense we talked.
Where has mouth run to !
But it's okay I walk slow
For you to catch up and stop me or let me.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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